Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Salt Flats in pictures

Beginning of the tour with Jeremy and Grant


Cactus and canyon

Ana being ill

Mill with cutie-pa-tootie
Liv 

Milly handstanding

Llamas working it

Grant the llama herder

Really beautiful weird lake thing.....

One of many lagoons

winday

windswept selfie

chinese tourists

hot springs

Carol at the geysers

geyser fun

naughty geyser

nice hat bro

i love nature

nature 4 lyf

heart shaped lake

blending in with the flamingos...

with swag

flams
oops forgot to mention that Mill fell up the stairs onto her face......

cutie on the razz

sneaky pee behind a wall

all wrapped up prepared for the minus 25 degree cold

blue lagoon

smokey bacon



blood

jumping jack flash

more flamingos

at the end........

Monday, 15 July 2013

Our journey from Santa Cruz to Sucre bared more similarities to our Indian experiences. We boarded the bus, us being the only gringos in sight, and settled in for a bumpy ride. The roads were pretty basic: every time we went over a bump our minutely reclined chairs would jolt right back up to attention. The woman in front of us seemed to be feeling the toll of the windy roads and every ten minutes or so she would open the window and vom profusely - the aroma of sick engulfed the back of the bus...delightful! When she was done, she tucked into some equally foul smelling snack which would soon reappear splattered on the windows, leaving us to enjoy the views. In the middle of the night we stopped for a toilet break - Ana rushed out to empty her pea sized bladder inquiring 'donde esta el banos?' to which the driver replied 'en el piso'. This was not to phase her as we are quite accustomed to awkward toilet facilities. However some kind chap had taken a crap which then appeared right next to where we were sitting. We've never smelt anything so bad in our lives and Liv especially struggled to contain the contents of her stomach. The bus was filled with the sounds of Bolivians wretching whilst we were bemused, confused, and disgusted! Vicky Vomit kindly handed out tissues to cover our noses with. To mask the smell we asked Ana if we could use some of her fragrant Neil's Yard roll-on perfume, however in her delirious sleeping pill induced state she whacked out her Tom's instead and soaked the tissues in her deodorant. Our only solace during this journey was the incredible views of the stars and the milky way as wafts of shit and vomit circled the air, we sat plugged into our ipods enjoying the most beautiful nights sky we have ever laid our eyes upon.
 
Sucre Sucre Sucre. Not what we had expected after the shitehole that was Santa Cruz, Sucre was similar to a beautiful alpine village nestled between gorgeous mountains and littered with squares and snow white architecture. Most of our time in Sucre was spent drinking coffee and sampling the delicious breakfast menus that were on offer. We had what has been one of the most fun nights of the trip so far - with the 7 Patas Hostel crew we enjoyed the Happy Hour at Joy Ride before descending upon one of Sucre's only 'clubs'. The place was all but deserted so we did what any normal person would do, and headed straight for the bar and ordered caiprinhas (classic....). Soon our group of 15 dominated the dancefloor: some highlights include Kaitlin the Canadian in her flimsy frock and bare feet grinding away; Deadman Zoe the english uni gal clutching her beer and fag whilst dressed in her purple pj's and Chris the Australian grizzly bear wafting and waltzing around the room to all our amusement. At one point a Kiwi man  called us over and asked us to explain why the Europeans are the most crazy party animals to his Bolivian friend, unable to explain ourselves in words, we ran off and demonstrated, literally, busting out the classic Dino, Alpacca, Snake and Flamingo dance moves. The 4,000 metre altitude in Sucre quickly took its toll, causing us to pause in our partying to catch our breath every 5 minutes. At around 3am the local Bolivs turned up to Salsa the night away. At that moment we decided our animalistic girating was no longer appropriate and bowed out gracefully.
 

Next stop, Potosi. A mining town, we signed up for a tour of the...mines. When in Rome. We turned up, all kitted out in tarpaulin like onesies and plastic helmets, and purchased goodies for the miners made up of 96% alcohol, dynamite and coca leaves and off we went. First stop once down under was a shrine to the devil - apparently they worship Satan to protect them from the underworld. Unlike traditional offerings of candles and flowers, instead they poured the 96% alcohol on its head, hands and penis, shoved cigarettes into its mouth and scattered coca leaves on the surrounding area. Within minutes we found ourselves scrambling through 2 foot tall tunnels and grasping straggly rope to haul us up and down 3 meter drops. Despite our medical masks to block out the asbestos arsenic and dust, breathing was still a challenge, particularly for Ana who found herself sweaty, rasping and on the brink of collapse - both physically and mentally. In her own words 'fucking shit dripped in my ear whatever it was...poison'...mining obviously is not our forte. Once we thought we had experienced all the dangers the mines had to offer, the tour guide cracked out some dynamite and we watched on, suspicious  not quite knowing whether the imminent explosion was a joke or not. It was not and a few minutes later, just as we had lost hope, it erupted shaking the ground above below and beside us. Finally we saw the light at the end of the tunnel and our mine experience was over! Hallelujah! 
Looking great pre-mines........




Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Olivia in Bolivia....and us...

Next stop, Iguacu. After a teary farewell to Jana, Daniela and Lydia we boarded what was to be a truly luxurious coach journey. As we sipped champagne and fully reclined in our soft seats, we couldn't have been further from our Indian experiences. 

Although Iguacu town was more than underwhelming (as we walked the deserted streets we half expected a group of zombies to appear traipsing amongst the wild dogs and abandoned roads), the waterfalls however were a different story altogether. Making our way to the very edges of the walkways we were overwhelmed by the power of the monstrous falls and got soaking wet in their spray. Truly EPIC. WE LOVE NATURE. 

With rucksacks full of sodden clothes, we arrived in Rio to various emails from Jimena informing us that the weekend was NOT the time to arrive as protests were spreading through the city. But being the hardcore rebels that we are, this did not put us off and we spent three nights in Botafogo where we made new friends and braved the beaches despite the stormy weather. 
Finally the day came when we would be transported to the much anticipated luxury pad in the jungle belonging to the Gomez-Paratcha Page familia. After climbing the mountain in the taxi we pulled up at a jungley heaven: views of the far off ocean and green mountains towering over the garden and pool. For 4 nights we made the most of our seclusion, watching numerous films and gorging on fresh avocados picked by Luiz the housekeeper. Bloody fantastic. We were overwhelmed by how the art of football seemed to unite the entire city and as we sat in the garden enjoying the peace and the hummingbirds, we became aware of a goal having been scored as a roar echoed from the city up to the mountains.

On our return to Rio we stayed in the more central location of Lapa. We met Katie, an English girl working on a documentary for the BBC in Rio. We chatted over caipirinhas discussing everything from the current protests, the nature of the police and our ever looming uni lives. Great gal. Our last night in Rio arrived and we went to the Lapa street party to pass the night away with the rastas of Rio. We returned to our hostel sufficiently high and looking disgustingly hippy having all got beaded braids and various wooden rings and feather earrings. #gapyah4life

And we're finally up to date blog wise! We sit in a cafe in Bolivia half an hour before we are to board a bus to Sucre. The sun is out, the coratdos consumed and perhaps a sun tan isn't wholly out of the question......

Chicas in Buenos Aires

After a brief encounter with family and home, we descended upon Milan. During the day we made the most of the Italian cuisine, indulging in coffee, pastries, pizzas and ice cream. We wandered the beautiful streets amongst the beautiful Italianos before making our way to the stadium where the Boss, Bruce Springsteen was to play. And was he bloody incredible, or was he bloody incredible?! In true Bruce fashion he rocked out for a good 3 hours, delivering some ABSOLUTE bangers. He was mighty, the crowd was mighty and we were mightily far back, however, this was no hindrance to our spirits that were elevated throughout, climaxing at the STUPENDOUS finale which consisted of an energising rendition of Twist and Shout, before finishing with a beautiful, acoustic 'Thunder Road' which and which left us wanting more...and more...and more. What a guy.
 
Next stop...Buenos Aires! After managing to find Jana at Heathrow, we made it onto the plane, full of high spirits and excitement for the long flight ahead. We drank complimentary champagne from the Captain....must have been looking good ladies! (Thanks Capitano/Auntie Em). We arose early to the most MAGNIFICENT sky we had ever laid eyes on. The sky was amass of vivid hues, each cloud forming its own shape and taking on its own electromagnetic shade. It truly was magical, enchanting, beautiful, amazing and every other word that can be used to describe a sky so colourful. Wowzers.
 

Anyway, after we were finally united with Daniela and stuffed 6 of us along with our rucksacks and Jana's beast of a suitcase into her tiny car and set off for what would be our home for the next couple of weeks. Rights, so highlights of Buenos Aires. The majority of time was spent, chilling to the max, sleeping, drinking coffee and caipirinhas, eating avocado, toast and cheese and watching Made in Chelsea. However, we did have some adventures when we managed to drag ourselves from the comforts of the house. Highlights of which include, NUMERO UNO: tango time. We were all paired off with a group of equally novice men, some shaking with nerves and others getting slightly too into the sensual experience of it. NUMERO DOS: our cultural trail started in the transvestite park, wandering the tree lined avenue on the lookout for the creatures of the night. Next stop the art gallery where Ana gave us detailed accounts of her interpretations of each painting. Quote: 'I've come to the conclusion that this is a dark image'. Very intellectual indeed. After sitting amongst the huge tree roots we descended upon the cemetery which was bewildering and mind blowing: it was filled with crypts and monuments, some grand, beautiful and well looked after, others were decrepit  abandoned and falling to pieces. All the cofins were visible, some had spaces waiting for the living, whilst others were occupied by miniature boxes containing the bodies of those who had died prematurely. Although there was something quite eery about the place - cats roamed the alleys convincing some that the after life does exist as they are believed to be the portal to death by Ancient Egyptians. NUMERO TRES, Argentinans and their partays. The invites came flooding in as the news swept through the Daniela network that 5 English girls were in town. We picked wisely and arrived at Zepet's house anticipating a night to remember. Possibly the funniest moment of the trip so far, Liv and Luce on return from a toiled break, walked in to the funniest most bizarre sight they had seen. Jana the pioneer was surrounded by 20 or so fist pumping Argentinians following the lyrics on screen of the latest party anthem and screaming ;we're up all night to get some, we're up all night to have fun, we're up all night till the sun, we're up all night to get lucky' (some of us more literally than others...). This isn't sounding nearly as funny as it was, but the sight of wealthy young men jumping and filming themselves chanting to this tune whilst we got swept up in the elated crowd was bloody hilarious. The lighthearted nature of the night took a plummet as Amanda the only other girl in the building approached us and announced that the club we were about to go to was the most exclusive in town and that our attire (converse and ripped tights) was unlikely to get us in. Although we snorted in response to this catty remark it took a bit of name dropping for us to get in.....thanks Jan. The most exclusive club in Argentina was an absolute pile of shite: the music was bollocks, no one was dancing and everyone was just standing around looking hot...Amanda couldn't understand why we politely declined when she announced that she could invite us to all the hottest guys in the club as she knew 'basically everyone'. Lol, soz Manda. We decided to make a swift exit and continued the party back at Zepet's with some decent music, our grimy clothes and filthy pairs of converse.

Our next invite was to Santiago, the professional volleyballer's 21st birthday party. Arriving at 1am we thought we were fashionably late however the massive basement was populated by approximately 6 Argentinians ready to party!! We hung around, assured it would all get going at 3, but when the time came bringing with it only 20 more guests, bored of standing around we decided to hit the dance floor and show the Argentinians a thing or two. As they watched on, shocked, we whacked out the dinosaur moves, photos to follow in future blogs. No sooner had the party began, the party ended. We were thoroughly unimpressed by the Argentinian nightlife - it had not lived up to its' hardcore reputation. Nevertheless we had a good time and met some hilarious people. 

To those of you who know us well, food is highly important to us and the cuisine we consumed in BA is definitely worth a mention. Daniela took us for numerous delicious meals, our favourites being: 1) succulent steak lounging on crisp potatoe wedges, topped with the creamiest brie and a scattering of fresh rocket. 2) a locally sourced fillet of white fish perched upon garlic and herb infused vegetables, accompanied with fragrant rice and a wedge of zesty lime. 3) a home cooked vegan healthy delight, completely counteracted by a kilo and a half of assorted ice cream and whiskey. Just fabulous. 

Being with Daniela and Jana was fab, we had such a good time (can't wait for our reunion with the whole of the Page crew in England!). Thanks to the wonderful Daniela we will always remember our hilarious car journeys, the happy hours spent in Kansas sipping on cocktails and our glorious chats amongst the trees. YOU ARE AMAZING! Also the tees - without them our wardrobes would be sparse....

As a consequence of us having such a good time, we realise that we have become completely shit bloggers, from now on we promise to do better...........peace and love lads xxxxxx