That mountain you climb to see the old building things

That mountain you climb to see the old building things

'Her name was Lola' is the only line we keep on repeat while we stay in the quaint lakeside town of Copacabana, nestled into the mountains surrounding Lake Titicaca, Bolivia. Our Cliffside hotel hostel boasts breathtaking views of the city and expansive lake as well as its own Llama farm/hammock reading area on the cliff. [...]

J̶u̶r̶a̶s̶s̶i̶c̶ ̶P̶a̶r̶k̶ The Amazon-Part One

J̶u̶r̶a̶s̶s̶i̶c̶ ̶P̶a̶r̶k̶  The Amazon-Part One

Our rickety 17 seater plane lands in the matchbox town of Rurrenabaque, Bolivia, on the outskirts of the Amazon and it’s hard not to feel like you’ve stepped out of real life and onto the set of Jurassic Park. Our muddy runway is home to a lone pig and a myriad of chickens pecking about [...]

You’re a guy; Uruguay

You’re a guy; Uruguay

Every time I try and type out Uruguay I have to sound it out and it always sounds like " you're a guy" and then it occurs to me that these are the things I probably shouldn't tell people. Aside from that fun little fact, Britt and I endured the aforementioned hideous ferry-vomit-crossing to spend [...]

Buenos Aires…see you later, but probably not

Buenos Aires…see you later, but probably not

So in hindsight I was concussed. After a flight that involved me mixing up my words and generally being rather confused and out of it (at one point Brit asked if I was stroking out)  we touched down in energetic Buenos Aires. We were met by our private driver (perks of befriending an Argentinian who manages a hotel) [...]

The girls from Ipanema

The girls from Ipanema

When we thought about touching down in the first destination of our whirlwind backpacking adventure, we imagined dumping our bags, running to the the beach to drink Caipirinhas and get our Brazillian butt tan in motion. However the reality pales (hehe) in comparison. We arrived at our little gated (this info is for you, Dad) Hostel [...]