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With our amazing river tour complete, there was still no time to waste. Back at the laguna spot for the night, Lee set about cleaning out the overdue compost toilet, an event that turned out to be important later. I meanwhile repaired the mosquito for the sliding door. Now back in warmer climbs it was necessary again but it had been somewhat destroyed by an enthusiastic kitten who loved nothing better than to climb it. While I pieced together bits of netting and magnets, Lee

We awoke the next morning, ready to finish the final leg of the drive to San Ignacio. Fortunately after the rather graphic events of the day before we were both feeling a bit more human. The camper was still a horrific mess and we didn’t even try to sort it. We finally managed to extract the change from the owner that he owed us, adamant that we definitely wouldn’t pay any more for that horrible room, before we left.  It wasn’t a particularly long drive but after a noisy hot

After a quiet night on our make do camp spot, we set off on a grey humid morning to drive the remaining 100km to Santa Rosa. We hoped that the recent rain had not turned the dirt road into an impassable mud bath as we passed through a toll booth that marked the start. We were still trying to get our heads around Bolivian toll roads. Here, they are a wooden hut on one side of the road, with a piece of rope tied across to the nearest tree. Normally several bottles or pieces of

We normally take it in turns to drive each day, sometimes both driving if it’s a particularly long drive. But despite the fact that I’d driven us here, I was definitely the designated driver for the following morning. Lee nursed a sizeable hangover and a broken phone, which he had no recollection of breaking, as we headed towards the town of Caravani. We decided to bite the bullet and get Lee’s phone repaired straight away. We found a shop that offered us a genuine new screen

It had been 163 days since we last saw Lizzy and rarely a day passes when I don’t think of her. It certainly affected our relationship with first Aimee and then once we had her, Lexi. Aimee’s normally pretty punctual for her evening dinner and now if we don’t see her around 6pm we both kind of instantly spiral into panic. You only need one of us to utter the words, “Have you seen Aimee recently…?  And then we’ll drop everything, searching until we find her, trying to laugh of

The next day, we were ready to get out of La Paz. We knew we'd be back to explore the city properly but for now we were headed back down towards Coroico. This time, we'd be taking the world famous Death Road. Aimee, of course, had other ideas. She disappeared into the abandoned house next door and while we could see her behind the high gates, we couldn't get her to come out. We drove off and left her there while we went to the supermarket. I always hoped that the sight of us

We awoke in the warm morning drizzle. after spending several weeks as altitude, it was odd to have such warm and humid temperatures. We had been used to the cold bright days that awoke us every morning up in the Andes. We debated whether to wait a day to drive back up or just to go and get on with it. We didn't really fancy the drive back after just doing it the day before, on the other hand sitting here in the drizzle for the sake of it seemed pointless too. We finished our

We had wanted to arrive in La Paz for a Sunday, so that we could go and see the Cholitas Wrestling. Quite a modern thing to find in these countries, this was female wrestling. It started as local women taking a stand against domestic violence and raising money to support victims of this abuse. Now it is quite a tourist attraction and many people come each week to watch the women throw each other around while wearing huge skirts at the same time.  We were out of our quiet vill

After the mass of barking dogs, this new spot was paradise. While it was cold, it was quiet and peaceful. The girls only had one jumper between them, so they had to share, while we piled on the layers. The following morning a guy arrived on his bike to collect 10 bolivianos for the night and aside from that the whole place was nearly deserted all day. We decided to see if we could find a local shop, we hadn’t quite had the chance to do our post border stock up yet.  Looking a

On the 5th of July, with 24 days remaining on our Peruvian visa, we drove the remaining 20 minutes to the Bolivian border. It had been a push to see everything we wanted to and get here with time still remaining to re-enter but we had made it. Ruby had been an absolute trooper. Now all we had to do was get into Bolivia and we could slow down.  The Bolivian border at Copacabana is a pretty small affair and we’d heard that they didn’t care about pets. One less thing to worry ab