After Charlotte’s departure we very much settled into our newly adopted routine – Spanish, blog, photo, guitar, food, red wine, laptop TV. We resolved that when the weather picked up we’d embark upon some serious photography but until that point we were just happy not travelling for a while. One day we took Sica-Sica [the […]
While in most places up to that point there’d always been a hit list – a plan of activities we simply had to squeeze in before departure to the next – we simply didn’t bother pulling one together for Sucre. I finally settled into picking up my guitar regularly. I think it’s important to maintain […]
We were up and alive and our pre-booked taxi was there right on time. There’d been a change of plan and we were off to the international airport as the flight had switched to a larger plane to accommodate a full passenger quota. We arrived and saw no information related to our flight at all […]
(Part of a series of articles by Fi trawling the archives for photos taken on the tiny compact camera way back when). We arrived in Santa Cruz later than expected and after a brief and bizzarre exchange with interpol we found that the next (15 hour, non a/c) bus wouldnt leave for another 6 hours. […]
Barely sleeping meant I stopped trying around sunrise and just set about reading and munching the light breakfast. We reached Santa Cruz after 10 am and met Babiche from Holland who’d been on the train behind us and was also travelling in the same direction – the more the merrier! We set about getting ourselves […]
We awoke and wandered down for breakfast which had been laid out under clothes and wasn’t much but filled a hole. Johanna and Anne arrived as did another couple from Germany who’d been sharing the dorm with them. They planned to head to La Paz and work in El Alto on a project to introduce […]
It was an early start again as this time we had to cram breakfast in before a 7:15am taxi to Gruta do Lago Azul. We’d heard mixed things about this nearby cave with a supposedly brilliant blue lake at the bottom and didn’t really know what to expect. It was relatively cheap however and easy […]
(Part of a series of articles by Fi trawling the archives for photos taken on the tiny compact camera way back when). Moving on far, far west, almost meeting the Bolivian border, we stopped at Campo Grande to try arrange a trip to the Pantanal or Bonito. In contrast to Rio, Campo Grande seemed decidedly […]
Bonito – A sleepy spot thousands of miles from the ocean in all directions but considered the Caribbean of the central west. At the time we were pretty underwhelmed but looking back at the photos now it does seem kind of ‘bonito’ or pretty.
It’s been a while but if you find yourself here having a gander and a read then we thank you for sticking with us despite the infrequency of updates being akin to waiting for Portishead to release new music. We’ve both agreed that we’re quite surprised by the photos of Bonito – the place left […]