London

Grey, wet, cold, busy, smoky, unfriendly, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful London! I've never loved this city as much as i do right now. Restaurants from every corner of the earth with all their menus written in English. Public transport that more or less functions despite being packed in like a sardine. Cab drivers who know exactly where you are going, even when you don't. Beautifully spaced out queues of people. Cool, fresh weather - not a drop of sweat in sight. They have a thing called pavements here, which are these areas on the side of roads where no cars, motorbikes, trucks,  horses, donkeys or cows can travel along making it safe for the humble pedestrian to go about their business - it's bloody genius!
And don't even get me started on the delights packed into my beautiful, beautiful flat. Double beds with the softest mattresses, clean linen, rooms with as many power sockets as you could ever possibly want... Wardrobes. Oh, a whole wardrobe full of wonderful, wonderful things. Heels, belts, bags, jeans, dresses. A dressing table with make up, perfume, moisturisers, hairbrushes, hair dryers. Oh my god, it's like my own personal beauty salon... A bathtub. a real life, clean, white, bathtub stocked with shower gels, soaps, shampoos and conditioner - I don't think I've ever been this clean in my life. I smell like fresh flowers and my skin feels like a dolphin's. I put on real clothes, high heels, make up and I even brushed my hair and when I looked in the mirror I felt like one of those women off a Trinny and Susannah makeover show. It almost brought me to tears. I've been reunited with my music collection. I will never listen to Whitney or the Bee Gees again. Best of all though are the toilets! Gleaming porcelain beauties with seats, flushes, tissue paper, soap, running water. Now I understand why they call it a throne, I could sit on that fresh smelling thing all day... I mean just look at this before and after shot:

Yes, that's right. Squat toilets with no doors. I mean seriously Beijing, are we animals?!

There's also this thing called a kitchen in here and it has everything you possibly need to turn raw stuff into food.. Look at how I transformed these eggs and bread into breakfast:

A miracle! And not a noodle or a grain of rice in sight. Joy of joys!

In all seriousness though, I'm surprisingly happy to be back. I'll try really hard to not write a million soppy cliches but there's no other real way to describe this than as a sort of rebirth. Everything seems new and exciting and I can appreciate things that I would never have thought twice about before. I am relaxed and happy and the best part about it is that I have 1001 incredible memories that will last me a lifetime. There aren't really any words to describe the past 6 months. I've been dreaming about them since I was a teenager and they have lived up to and far surpassed any expectations that I may have had. People ask me what my favourite places were and I usually give them the easy answer which goes something like: "Bolivia and Laos. China and Malaysia were amazing - all of it really except India which I didn't massively enjoy" but really it isn't that straight forward. It's not so much the places that you visit that makes a trip it's the experiences you have there. My favourite places actually are the tops of mountains, the bottom of oceans, the middle of jungles, the beginnings of friendships... Rooftop bars with glasses of champagne, greasy little backstreet restaurants, beach bars with fire breathers, trains and buses with multiple landscapes flickering through their windows, nightclubs at 4am ... my house packed with great friends, my lovely soft bed (not packed with great friends). I could rabbit on and on but I've already blogged about it all so if you've read it you already know what my highlights are. Even India which may not have given me the greatest experiences taught me something about myself and something about the world, so whilst I am not in a rush to go back there, I am actually happy that I went.

Anyway, I want to thank you all for reading my rambles about my rambles. I'm heading home to Gibraltar on Wednesday so I think I can manage one last post in honour of my beautiful home town but other than that, my everyday life is sadly just not all that exciting so if I don't think of something else to write about, Kate will no longer post. What I will say to those folks who go on about how jealous they are is to stop being jealous. I didn't win the lottery or get some magical travel invite, I just saved up some cash, quit my job and booked a flight. Seriously, it's that easy. Obviously if you have financial commitments or a family please don't go and bankrupt yourself or give your children abandonment issues - make do with a week off here and there. But if you can do it and you want to do it, just go and bloody well do it! Please!

PS. Errr... Anyone out there want to employ me? I'm kinda broke... :D

Titicaca and the Amazon

I'm not sure what I can say about Lake Titicaca other than it's big, it's high and it's beautiful.
We stayed on the Bolivian side in Copacabana and went for a day trip to Isla del Sol where we enjoyed the beautiful vistas and the Inca ruins. Unfortunately the trip was slightly marred by a case of Bolivia belly but it was enjoyable nonetheless.
After Titicaca we headed to Rurrenabaque which is the stopover town for those wanting to do tours of the Amazon Basin. The safest way to get there is on a slightly too small for comfort propeller plane from La Paz... However the 40 minute journey passed snow capped mountains and the incredibly lush Yacuma river was well worth all the nail biting.
We opted for a sadly short tour of the pampas (wetlands) for 2 days and 1 night - we set off at 9am on the bumpiest 3 hour jeep journey to get to the rivers edge where we meet our awesome guide, Taz. Taz managed to save face for all the (too many!) unfriendly Bolivians we had met with his openness and seemingly endless patience with ever arriving packs of ignorant and irritating tourists (some of which we had the pleasure of dealing with in our group). We hopped on a boat and he took us along the river to our jungle camp, stopping along the way whenever he spotted any wildlife. Unfortunately we didn't see as much as we could have had we stayed longer but to be honest the awesome setting alone would have made the tour worthwhile. The calm river's surface reflects every piece of sky, flora and fauna giving you an incredible double landscape broken only by the wake of the small boats. At night it seemed as though we were navigating along the sky, with the stars twinkling as brightly from the river as they were from space and I found that nothing quite matches the feeling of being sat on a wooden balcony with a bottle of wine and the night sky spread both above and below you.
We were still quite spoilt for wildlife, spotting monkeys, birds, dolphins, alligators, caimans, lizards and turtles. One particularly curious dolphin swam right up to my feet and took a dive in front of me to show off his tail.
Our second day in the pampas consisted of following Taz into thigh deep alligator infested waters in search of anacondas... We didn't manage to find any as it is difficult in the wet season but we did find a shed load of mosquitoes which happily feasted on our legs, arms and arses and consequently caused levels of itchiness that prevented us from feeling any form of comfort for the next couple of days... At least we didn't run into any green mambas which Taz happily informed us have a venomous bite that could kill you in less than 2 minutes. Of course he could save your life by instantly amputating the affected limb, so I did feel a somewhat small comfort wading behind him hacking away at tree branches with his machete...
We survived relatively unscathed, and although we may have lost a couple of pints of blood to the helicopters they call bugs, I would highly recommend the experience to anyone.

Key info, Copacabana:
How we got here and away: 4 hour bus ride from and to La Paz (including an interesting boat trip across the lake where the bus followed us on a dodgy looking barge).
Where we stayed: Hotel Utami - decent bedroom and ok bathrooms, good location.

Key info, Rurrenabaque:
How we got here and away: 40 minute plane ride from and to La Paz with TAM airlines.
Where we stayed: Hostal Curichal - cheap, decent room with a fan, cold showers (though it was bloody hot anyway), helpful staff and the location was fine.
Jungle tour: Fluvial Tours - Great guide, good food and sturdy jungle accommodation.
www.fluvialtoursbolivia.com

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Sucre and La Paz

The picturesque, white-washed city of Sucre was a welcome discovery after the dusty, fume-filled streets of Potosí. Sucre, originally named La Plata, was the capital of Bolivia in colonial times. It is here where 'Alto Peru' declared independence from the Spanish after years of bloody wars and the city still has an obvious sense of pride in the part it played in history, recognising itself as the place where the new republic of Bolivia was born. In Tarabuco there is a very graphic monument in tribute to the indigenous warriors who fought in these wars. The statue depicts a warrior stood over the body of a Spanish soldier whose heart he holds in his hand and whose blood pours out of his mouth... Apparently eating the heart of your enemy was the done thing when celebrating a victory.
Tarabuco is a small indigenous market town a couple of hours from Sucre. While we were there, they were celebrating Pulljay, which is their most important festival. The locals wear there finest traditional gear, complete with tiny cymbals on their feet and dance around the town. In a field nearby they construct a giant tower where they place offerings. Again, not quite Rio Carnaval, but it was interesting to watch and the market stalls provided a good opportunity to stock up on souvenirs.
On our last night in Sucre we met a couple of Bolivian men who had sat on our table and surprisingly started chatting to us. I say surprisingly because so far we had found most Bolivians to be very closed and almost unfriendly - and although we have met some locals who have been very friendly and helpful, on more than one occasion eye contact was out of the question and being told the price of something in a shop seemed like the biggest of favours.
When I asked them about this they said that some of the indigenous Bolivians were anti-gringo. Due to their bloody colonial past, some still believe that Westerners are here to take advantage of them rather than to spend their money and boost the economy via tourism. In fact, since Bolivia elected its first indigenous president, the country has suffered economically, with trade links to the US being completely severed... Apart from in the case of cocaine. Bolivia is now the World's largest exporter of cocaine and the government is seemingly deeply involved in the trade, with the head of Bolivia's police, who always stated publicly that he was anti-drugs, being caught in the United States facilitating deals. Note that most of the things I say on this blog are regurgitated from conversations I have had with locals so apologies if you spot inaccuracies in anything I write... So if you do read anything on here that you'd like to bring up at a dinner party I suggest you Google it first to ensure accuracy!

From the historic capital we moved on to the current capital. La Paz leaves a striking image when you first arrive from the roads surrounding the valley that it engulfs. Buildings consume the hillsides like overgrown moss and the impressive snowy Mount Illamani in the backdrop makes the mass of brown bricks take on a unique beauty. The city itself is on the ugly side of the scale when not viewed as a whole, but there are interesting nooks and crannies with cute cafes and shops selling all the artisanal souvenirs you could ever want or need. Needless to say the shopaholic in me broke loose and I may have bought more than I can carry... If you happen to be in Bolivia right now and see a European girl selling stuff out of her backpack, that will probably be me...
Not many exciting pictures this time as we've been spoiled with stunning landscapes the past couple of weeks and the imagery of the cities have become somewhat underwhelming. Lake Titicaca and the Amazon jungle are coming up next though so I'll be trigger happy once more!

Key info, Sucre
How we got here: 4 hour bus from Potosí.
Hostel: KulturCafe Berlin - Hard to say anything helpful about this one as the owners had double booked our beds so they let us stay in their own spare room - which was great! The bar was a good place to hang out and the location was central.

Key info, La Paz
How we got here: 14 hour bus cama from Sucre.
Hotel: Hotel Fuentes - Ensuite twin room with awesome hot showers - right in the middle of the nicer tourist area with 10,000 shops at your doorstep.

Uyuni and Potosí

The stark contrast between the southern South American countries and Bolivia was immediately noticeable when we reached the Bolivian border crossing ,which was literally a hut in the middle of nowhere.
Asphalt roads turned to dirt tracks and it quickly became evident why a 4x4 is needed to travel up through the National Park to Uyuni. On the first day of our tour we visited some stunning lagoons and a thermal bath and we stayed the night in a surprisingly comfortable refuge in the middle of the desert. Our Bolivian driver, the lovely Lesmes, prepared our meals. He was 21 and had been a driver on that route for 1 year which he told us was a great job in Bolivia... It quickly became clear why.
When we reached the Salar de Uyuni - The biggest salt flat in the World, it felt like landing on an alien planet with expanses of white as far as the slightly blinded eye could see. The workers on the salt flat work 12 hour days piling wet salt into pyramids to allow them to dry for extraction. The work is monotonous, tiring and punishing with the scorching sun being reflected at every angle. As tourists however we were lucky enough to be able to appreciate and enjoy the salt flat for its surreal beauty and a visit to the salt museum where the walls, tables, chairs and sculptures are made entirely of salt, was a worthwhile curiosity. It's hard to describe the varied landscapes of the national park so I've posted quite a few photos to give the general idea, from the flamingo filled coloured lagoons to the lifeless rock formations shaped by the harsh (and bloody cold!) winds. Uyuni itself is nothing to write home about. It's certainly not a beautiful town by any stretch of the imagination and the surrounding area was a wasteland scattered with tons of rubbish. It did however give us the chance to try a llama steak at one of the restaurants and I can confirm that llamas have a cute to tasty ratio of 1:1... It tastes a lot like beef but I am told it is healthier as the meat is leaner.
After Uyuni we took the bus to Potosí, which is a sprawling mining city of 570,000 people - it is the highest city in the World at a literally dizzying 4100m above sea level. Thankfully Cata and I managed to escape severe altitude sickness but the toll that it took on our breathing was very evident. Tying a shoelace alone was more than enough to rob me of my breath, so naturally the first thing we did is sign up for a mining tour... Because nothing gets you to adjust better to the thin air than crawling down a mine shaft and climbing up steep tunnels and ladders in the middle of a dust filled mountain... The first 5 minutes of the tour were frankly horrifying as I tried to block the claustrophobic thoughts from my mind, but once I managed to take a few deep breaths and take control of my panic I felt more or less fine. We spent 2 hours crawling through the mines and got an opportunity to speak to a few of the workers while we were there. Some of them have worked in the mines for over 20 years in toxic and hellish conditions where temperatures can climb up to 40 degrees Celsius. The miners believe that they are in the domain of the devil, 'Tío', and so they build idols where they leave gifts of alcohol and tobacco. The alcohol they drink, 'Whisky Boliviano', is 96% proof and we shared a couple of swigs (mixed with orange soda!) with them, pouring two drops on to the ground before every mouthful - one for the devil, Tío and one for Mother Earth, Pachamama. Most of the Bolivians we met spoke Quechua as well as Spanish so we thanked them with a 'pachis' (Not sure of the spelling but it means thank you in Quechua) and gifts of alcohol and coca leaves that we had bought before heading in. I know I said This post would be less educational - but I lied. Potosí's history is a tragic one. The mountain which has been mined for over 500 years has been depleted of the pure silver that was once found there and the miners of today work in their underground hell for up to 24 hours a day as what they earn is relative to what they extract (they themselves sell the minerals on) and the silver left in the mines is now all unpure and not worth all that much considering the work that goes into it. The mines are a dangerous place to work and, once we had come out of them (!), we were told that accidents are incredibly common and if a miner gets caught in a rock fall the spot in which he falls instantly becomes his grave. It is not surprising then that the miners are very superstitious and amongst their beliefs is that negativity attracts accidents so if they are having personal problems they will often not even enter the mines for fear of causing an accident - it is also why tourists have to put on a brave face when visiting the mines but thankfully their good sense of humour makes it easy to smile during visits.
In colonial times the Spanish would force the indigenous Incas and also African slaves to work the mines for its pure silver and the number of those who died is in the millions. Now a days it is recognised as genocide and likened to ethnic cleansing; It is said that the red hue of the mountain comes from the blood of the many whose lives it has claimed.
There is a sad irony in Bolivia as the South American country that is richest in minerals but with a very noticeably poor economy. The poverty here, where people seem to work so incredibly hard, is almost tangible and though my bank account is far happier for the cheap cost of living, my conscience has suffered some what for the comforts that we are lucky enough to enjoy.

Key info, Uyuni:
How we got here - 3 day 4x4 tour from San Pedro through the national park with highly recommended company, World White Travel.
Accommodation: Arranged as part of the tour. A refuge in the middle of nowhere and our second night in the questionable Hotel Inti which had the best possible artwork (see the muscular indigenous couple below).

Key info, Potosí:
How we got here - 4 hour bus from Uyuni
Hostel - La Casona. Nice first impressions until you realise that the building is literally falling apart and there is a construction site right outside your room.
Highlight: the mining tour arranged by our hostel. Not for the faint hearted and definitely not for the claustrophobic. During the tour, we lost 3 people of our group of 9 to the outside World but the persistence of the others was well worth it in the end. (Having said all that, we did the Spanish speaking tour and were told that the English speaking tour was not great due to the limited English of the tour guide and the miners.)