(Part of a series of articles by Fi trawling the archives for photos taken on the tiny compact camera way back when). We left Uyuni by nightbus. This was to be our bumpiest journey yet, it was dark so we couldn’t see for sure but it felt as though we were on dirt tracks, the […]
The Bolivian culture is steeped in superstition and folklore and the witches market proved to be the most interesting place to wander in La Paz. Here are a few photos of the rows of hanging Llama foetuses, virility potions and other various talismans.
(Part of a series of articles by Fi trawling the archives for photos taken on the tiny compact camera way back when). Bus stations are never glamorous places but Sucres proved to be most confusing. Queuing at a first floor counter to pass your bag over, only to see it tied to a rope and […]
The 4 day journey from Tupiza and through the Eduardo Avaroa National Reserve to the Salar de Uyuni was by far my favourite scenery of our entire trip. It was at times so stunning that it seemed otherworldly and the sheer volume of amazing sights became a little overwhelming. Giant cacti, herds of Llamas, Green […]
(Part of a series of articles by Fi trawling the archives for photos taken on the tiny compact camera way back when). Sucre Time was passing by quickly and it can be difficult to appreciate travelling when you see something amazing and different most days. Sucre had been recommended to us as a good place […]
Sucre, the place we chose to stop and re-charge as we approached our year anniversary of travelling. The city is elevated at almost 3,000m and somehow we managed to choose accomodation set high on the hillside. Walking up to our temporary home you could literally feel the air become thinner, coal fires and car fumes […]
(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. […]
(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.
(Part of a series of articles by Fi trawling the archives for photos taken on the tiny compact camera way back when). Rio – the city with an electric spirit. Colourful & classy, dirty & raw. It’s a vibrant, musical city lined by beaches full of bottoms in thongs! We met a wonderful group of […]