I promised myself when I moved back to the UK that I'd treat it as a destination. I wouldn't let reality suck me in and I'd see as much of the country as possible. I'd refuse to get stuck in a rut, routine would not control me, I would remain as free as a bird. [...]
Ah, England. We do many, many things so very well, such as utterly failing to adequately prepare for the same adverse weather that happens every single year just so the population have something to whinge about. And queuing. We do so love a good queue, especially if someone pushes in so we can tut loudly [...]
Every 6.30am start should be accompanied by bacon. It's the rules. Dead pig is clinically proven to alleviate the trauma that your body clock endures when it discovers you can actually get up at such an hour, and not just to vomit 17 shots of tequila or piss out 7 pints of Fosters before re-collapsing [...]
Back in April I left New Zealand with a heavy heart. I uprooted myself from a life I didn't want to leave because my visa had expired and headed back towards Europe via South America. I didn't really know what to expect to be honest, it was a choice between South America or South East [...]
Finally, a tour that didn't leave traumatically early. I wasn't brutally forced from my bed at some god awful hour usually reserved for staying up until, not getting up at. The sun had risen, my basic motor functions had kicked in, the drooling had ceased and I was capable of forming vaguely coherent sentences by [...]
We were down there for over an hour before we emerged, a bunch of sweating, gasping messes, congratulating each other for handling the claustrophobia fabulously in the parts where dragging ourselves along on knees and elbows was necessary, wiping the moisture from our brows with the bandannas we'd purchased to wear over our mouths to [...]
Welcome to the jungle, we got fun 'n' games. Dah dah dah dah something something dah dah dah dah jungle, welcome to the jungle… But first you gotta get there. In order to get to Rurrenabaque, the gateway to Bolivia's share of the Amazon Jungle you will need the following items: Regular jungle companion. Transport. [...]
The Plan Cross the border on the first tourist bus I'd ever caught, complete with an English speaking stewardess who would tell us which stamp to get and where, and all whilst the bus waited for us to complete the formalities.Get food with a couple I met on the island hopping tour whilst marvelling at [...]
At 3820m, some say it's the highest navigable lake in the world. Some say that's a load of bollocks but whatever, when you're travelling from Peru to Bolivia (or vice versa) Lake Titicaca is a handy place to cross the border and it'd be rude not to check out the islands on the way for [...]
I've been right impressed with the grub in Peru, I have. You're never short of a slice of pineapple, sugar coated pastries and even boiled eggs, all there on the side of the road waiting for an impulse purchase. In the morning there's an abundance of hand carts or cafes stocked full of S/.1 sandwiches [...]
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