Universally speaking
The next day we plan to tube ourselves to Universal studios. A real treat and more like an actual holiday thing than the travelling norm we had gotten used to in South America.
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The next day we plan to tube ourselves to Universal studios. A real treat and more like an actual holiday thing than the travelling norm we had gotten used to in South America.
Due to …
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We wake and munch on our free blueberry muffin and English tea breakfast. Taking their cue from the surly receptionists, the restaurant is operated by a group of surly waitresses. Begrudgingly we are seated and …
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WARNING, the following blog contains detailed descriptions of upset stomachs and graphic explanations of the situations surrounding faecal matter. If you are of a weak disposition, don’t read onwards. You have been warned.
After two …
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The most terrifying bus journey I have ever experienced took place over fourteen hours from Cusco to Ica.
We continued to travel northwards to our eventual destination of Huaccachina to experience sand boarding and the …
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After a multitude of half listened to instructions and directions, we board another packed minibus to the awesomely titled Ollyantaytambo station. The mankibus is shoulder to shoulder as we travel through the meat markets of …
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We sit in the Millhouse Cusco travel reception as Juan the adventure trip coordinator rings to check availability for the eight of us to go quad biking.
“They have room” says Juan. We rock a …
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Cuscooooo! shouts the bus driver through a muffled barrier of ear foam. I remove my earplugs and he repeats his statement in a needlessly aggressive, pre-breakfast manner (it’s just not on). Hurriedly we are made …
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We arrive to the overwhelming stench of poorly redirected, human sewage at Puno bus station, seemingly circa the 1960s. Puno it seems, is spelt incorrectly, “Poo-no” seems more apt given the aroma and experience the …
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The rest of the time spent in La Paz consists of drinking and eating with the Aussie nurses around the city. Lucy limps a little, but bravely (and under a close and watchful set of …
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From the center of La Paz we book and take a trip to cycle the Bolivian death road, high in the mountain range of the Bolivian Andes. We manage to haggle a little with Altitude …
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