The Copacabana tour started early the next day at 8 in the morning and I left bright shawls and precariously perched bowler hats behind at La Paz. Located on th...
The 11 hours bus ride to La Paz from Uyuni was hellish. The roads were bad, the broken seats did not recline and it was cramped even for a really petite person ...
We began the next day with yet another predawn start. The stars were still bright and hard, the air was freezing cold and we were once again numb from sleep. Pe...
The next day we left our hotels early and assembled excitedly at the gringo plaza. There were 7 of us altogether in the group and it was a great bunch of fun lo...
It took 10 hours and a very enjoyable drive to reach Uyuni from Sucre. The bus was comfortable with only a handful of passengers and the road was smoothly paved...
Roadblocks, nasty twisted ankle and grumpiness accompanied me back to Santa Cruz de la Sierra from Samaipata. I missed out on the El Fuerte, a very important ar...
Next morning started quite early and I walked towards the tour office with a brilliant sunrise behind me. On reaching there I found that there were 2 extra peop...
My last morning in Santa Cruz was a difficult one. Loud weekend party noise gave me a restless night and by the time I checked out, all the English speaking peo...
My life in Santa Cruz went around in literal circles. After the initial language barrier problem, moving about the city became smooth and hassle free. The city ...
Bolivia and the rest of South America happened during my flying days when free and/or code share tickets made the world my oyster. While it was completely on th...