Places we’ve been,things we’ve seen; how one year rolled into two!

Having fun with Isabella and Thomas!

*A quick resume of the upcoming travel blogs in 2017:)

After really seeing Ecuador as travellers, including several places that neither of us had been to before, it was on to Quito, to visit our friends and family.  Quito is obviously very special to Alex, as it’s where he’s from and where his family still lives.  For me, it clearly holds a very, very special place in my heart, for both its beauty and the family I now have there.

We ended up spending several months there, including setting up our own AirBnB apartment in La Floresta.  Alex and I call many places home, and Quito is clearly one of them.

I know it’s been a long time since I have put ‘fingers to keyboard’, but the last year seems to have just run away.  After several months in Ecuador our departure date from Australia had almost reached the one year mark and we decided that we simply were not ready to return home … yet!  It was July 2015 and we left in August 2014.

Quito up high! “By travelling life is richer!!”

Gonio Beach, Black Sea coast, Georgia.

Fast forward almost a year, July 2016. We recently spent just over a week ‘recuperating’ on the Black Sea Coast of Georgia, near the Turkish border.  We were in a small place called Gonio about 15 kilometres south of the resort-town (not our deal, never been our deal!) called Batumi.  A lot has happened in the last year, and our bodies, quite frankly, are tired. Now, a couple of weeks on we are enjoying Turkey (and sadly were in central Anatolia when Ataturk Airport was bombed only a few days ago).

So, let’s scroll back and recap. The journey so far since July 2015: Ecuador, Colombia,USA, Thailand, Sri Lanka, Maldives, India, Nepal, Georgia, Armenia, Nagorno-Karabakh and currently in Turkey.

Canoa beach, Ecuadot.

After Quito we spent another month or so travelling to Ecuador’s coast and further up north to see friends and family.

Whale watching, Puerto Lopez, Ecuador.

Meeting a local girl; four day ‘Lost City’ hike in northern Colombia.

Next, it was on to Colombia (not Columbia!) where we spent some six weeks exploring it from top to bottom. We ventured everywhere from Putumayo (supposedly don’t go territory in the south … but I say go!!!!!) to Punta Gallinas, the country’s northernmost point.  This country is spectacular, and its people are warm and embracing. We had been here a couple of times before but had never really explored it like this.  If Colombia is not on your list of ‘must see’ places, whack it on!  If it is, place it further up the list, like close to the top!

This is how the locals roll, Inza, southern Colombia.

Riding ‘la brujita’ (the witch) in San Cipriano, near Cali, Colombia; home to an Afro- Colombian community of 500 people.
La Guajira, near Cabo de la Vela, very northern Colombia.

San Agustin, southern Colombia.

With the las Vegas family.

So close to the USA and with friends and family from east to west across the southern border, that was our next stop. We flew from Cartagena to Florida and then spent some time with Alex’s cousin who lives there.  An awesome reunion, given that Alex grew up with Chris and they are more like brothers. Next up Las Vegas, where we also visited Giovanni (my mum’s first cousin) and his family. A very special two weeks there, especially given that both Giovanni and his wife Lilo have passed away since. Last but not least it was San Diego, to catch up with my friend Rich and his family.  I met Rich and his then partner, now wife, in Patagonia Argentina, when I was backpacking through South America in 1999, a few months before meeting Alex. It was great to hang out with them, meet their daughters and introduce Alex to a couple I had long talked about. We even went south of the border to Tijuana, Mexico, for a day.

Gorgeous Red Rock Canyon near Las Vegas … amazing hiking!
Us and them!  The fence that separates Mexico (L) from the USA.
South of the border with Rich.

With our Bangkok family.

A cheap flight then took us to Thailand.  I never need an excuse to go to Thailand, and it’s no secret that it’s one of my favourite places in the world.  We had a brilliant time with our friend Pong and her family in Bangkok and then with Pong’s parents in the countryside of Kanchanaburi.  We also ducked off to Ko Phayam near the Burmese border for a week of R’n’R. But we did have a bit of an ulterior motive for going there. Alex’s passport was eight months off expiration and we needed visas for India, where we originally planned to spend anything up to six months.  Alex’s passport, tick!  Indian visas … try again!  Two weeks before arriving in Thailand in November, the rules were changed … unless you are Thai, you can’t get an Indian visa in Thailand. O … K!  Plan B? We looked at our options: South?  No!  Moving closer to home.  East?  Been to South East Asia. West? Yep, also done Myanmar. North?  Well, we have not been to Sri Lanka, so, hey let’s check it out and get our visas, that way we get to see another country.

Kho Phayam, Thai Island near Myanmar.

With the Bangkok family …  you can never have enough good food in Thailand!

Kanchanaburi province, Thailand.

In this way, we flew from Bangkok to Colombo, and spent a month in the country they call ‘India light’. We loved it actually.  This tiny country, which looks like a tear drop off India’s most southern tip,  has a varied landscape and climate with warm, hospitable people. From highland tea plantations in the centre, to beaches in the south, to ex-war zones in the north, we got to see it all.

India next, right?  Wrong!  We met a man who asked us if we’d considered the Maldives.  Had we? No!  Too expensive! Only resorts! Well, no!  They recently opened it up, some seven years ago, so that you can do it independently.  There is nowhere on earth where you can find a cheaper ticket to fly there (well under USD $100.00 from Colombo), and flying to southern India from the Maldives is also very cheap.  We were so up for this. Always ready for an adventure, we booked our tickets and were off.  Our two weeks in this island-country which comprises of 99% water and only 1% land, lies just south-west of India and Sri Lanka. It was beautiful and we made some amazing friends, local as well as foreign.  The country is Muslim and their language Divehi, an Indo-Aryan one, is spoken by their population of approximately one-third of a million people. Without a doubt, it was on this archipelago that we visited some of the most spectacular beaches on earth.  It was here that we celebrated Christmas, on a desolate beach, with warm warm turquoise waters, gorgeous sand, and no commercialism! Now that’s my gig!

Sigiriya, Sri Lanka.

Galle, southern Sri Lanka.
Kandy, Sri Lanka.

Jaffna, northern Sri Lanka.
On top of the ferry going from Male to Ulkhulas (Alif Alif Atoll), Maldives.

Mathiveri Island, Maldives.

Rasdhoo Island, Maldives.

Hennaed hands, Kochi, India.

India next. We flew into Kochi a week before the New Year.  Over the next three months we would weave up the eastern side, more or less, making our way to, and ending our time in this huge country, in Varanasi (often also called Very Nasty due to its being so very dirty and polluted).  There is no way that I could even begin to summarise our three months here.  It was everything rolled into one, and it was everything rolled into one every second of every hour of every day! It was amazing! It was filthy! The vegetarian food in the south was fantastic!  The noise pollution was off the richter scale! The sights were impressive!  The poverty was gut-wrenching! The colours were magical! The treatment of women appalling! The history and culture was simply mind-blowing! Not getting sick impossible! The lack of hygiene insane!  The pollution frightening!  And all this, all at once! This is India! Love it or hate it! It will take me many years to be able to truly digest what I saw.  I will never be able to unsee what I saw … ever!

Jaisalmer Desert Festival, India.

Those eyes … Johdpur, India!

The colours of India; Makar Sankranti (Harvest Festival) in Hampi, southern India
Gokarna, southern India.

The ghats (sacred bathing places) of Pushkar, India.

The infamous Taj Mahal, Agra, India.

Colour your life … Pushkar, India.
The all-seeing eyes of Buddha; Kathmandu.

Exhausted and drained, we decided that after three months in India it was time to move on.  Step in Nepal. Desperately in need of a sea change, we booked an overnight bus from Varanasi to Kathmandu, but life can sometimes be cruel, and it was cancelled.  Alack and alas, we were off the next evening. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Nepal, it was like entering Narnia through the wardrobe! Tranquil, relaxing and with none of the constant hassling that is de rigueur in India.  Nobody tugging on our arms or asking us a million times if we wanted to buy something.  We spent a month here, between Kathmandu and Pokhara further out west.  This amazing land, home to the highest mountain on Earth, step in Everest, is simply beautiful and has an energy that is rather indescribable and serene. Whilst in Pokhara, we did a seven day hike which would take us around the Annapurna Range but not to its base camp, in the Himalayas. Eighty kilometres later, including some seriously uphill hours, we had some SSVs (seriously spectacular views) under our belts.

Poon Hill on The Annapurna Trek, near Pokhara, Nepal.

Poon Hill, Nepal.
The magic of the Annapurna trek, Nepal.
A year on from the devastating earthquake that rocked Kathmandu.

A Kathmandu local ‘hammering it’!
Georgian dancing on their Independence Day, Gori, Georgia.

With only a one month visa for Nepal we had to think of where to next. Still not ready to go home yet, we looked at the map, we looked at the flights … we figured that Georgia and Armenia looked good. They were small, they were not touristy and we could then continue to overland to Turkey and parts of Europe. Kathmandu-Tbilisi (capital of Georgia) booked!

Local sauces and sweets, Tbilisi, Georgia.

Breathtaking Kazbegi, northern Georgia, near the Russian border.

Our two months in the Caucasus region was an absolute breath of fresh air, quite literally, after the onslaught of India. Georgia is beautiful, serene, interesting, has spectacular mountain views and is void of noise and tourists.  Yep, if there’s a paradise this is it!  After a couple of weeks in Georgia, we went southwards to Armenia, an absolute other jewel of a place. Even less touristy than the already un-touristy Georgia, we found Armenia to be a really ‘good things come in small packages’ kind of place! Whilst little English is spoken, the people are helpful, friendly, kind and welcoming.  Along with Georgia, it has some of the most amazing, freshest and tastiest produce I have come across in the world, and we ate it to our hearts’ content. From Goris, in south-eastern Armenia we ventured into the Independent Republic of Nagorno-Karabakh … because we could! A tiny ‘country’ whose population are ethnic Armenians, they have been ‘claimed’ by Azerbaijan but have also been in conflict since they were claimed.  They are fiercely and proudly Armenian and do not consider themselves as anything other than independent. It was quite easy to enter; we crossed the border with a marshkruta (mini bus) and went and got an on-the spot visa at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs upon reaching the capital, Stepanakert. The authorities were all too happy to not stamp our passport and give us a separate piece of paper instead. Whilst a two week visa was issued, it ran concurrently with our three week visa in Armenia (Australians currently only have a 3 week or a 4 month option). As our time was limited we were back in Georgia after that. All three places were very special in their own way, as were the people.

Mestia, Georgia.
Mtskheta, Georgia.

Sighnagi, Georgia.

The Tuscany of Georgia; Sighnagi.

Typical Georgian bread.

Around Yeghegnadzor, Armenia.

Armenia still has way less tourism than Georgia and Nagorno-Karabakh less again. We spent five days in  and around its capital Stepanakert. I have ever been to visiting a country in conflict! The Nagorno-Karabakh conflict is an ethnic conflict between the Republic of Armenia and Azerbaijan over the self-declared Nagorno-Karabakh Republic, a region in ‘Azerbaijan’ populated primarily by ethnic Armenians. It has its origins in the early 20th century, although the present conflict began in 1988 and escalated into a full scale war in the early 1990s. Tensions and border skirmishes have continued in the region despite an official cease-fire signed in 1994. In fact, only weeks before we arrived there had been a skirmish on its border with Azerbaijan where several people died. But we loved this tiny place and the warmth and hospitality of its people. Although not much English is spoken and public transport can sometimes be tricky, people were always willing to offer a lift even before you stuck your thumb out!

In summary, these are now two (three!) of my favourite countries, and in fact, National Geographic recently published an article on ’10 Places That Deserve More Travelers’ and both Armenia and Georgia were on the list. So was Iran, but that’s another story.  This was also on our to-do list, but obtaining the visa was going to be a little harder and take a little longer than we expected.  Next time! And with us, there is ALWAYS a next time!

Vernissage Market, Yerevan.

‘We are our Mountains’ monument, Stepanakert, Nagorno-Karabakh; the symbol of the tiny republic.

Tatev Monastery, Armenia.

View of the valley from ‘Wings of Tatev’ cable car, the longest in the world, Armenia.

Azerbaijani mother (L) and Armenian mother (R) … nobody wins in a war!

Zorats Karev (Armenian Stonehenge) near Gori, Armenia.
Time to relax, Gonio Beach, Georgia.

Back in Georgia after we spent another two weeks or so exploring the western side of the country and finally ended up in Gonio, just a few kilometres north of the Turkish border.  Here we spent ten days totally relaxing … eating, resting and enjoying the beach. It was simply time to recharge our batteries as we had both been feeling a lack of energy over the last month or so.  Me a lack of energy? Hard to believe but yep!

The fairy chimneys of Goreme, Cappadocia.

Now we find ourselves a couple of weeks into Turkey, in the delightful central Anatolian town of Goreme in Cappadocia.  Turkey, its food, its people, its sights … just wow … more of Turkey in the next blog post.

So, that’s it in a nutshell; almost 23 months on the road and still going.  A few more countries to go but the end is near-ish … for this time!  As opposed to touring, travelling is a full time job for which you don’t get paid: Pack, repack, move, catch transport, look for a place to stay, buy food, cook, work out where to go to next, research that place and the list goes on.  It’s our choice and we love it.

Whilst I have not been writing many posts, I have kept our public Facebook page regularly updated with not only lots of photos but several ad-hoc, spur of the moment videos, which I am sure that many of you will enjoy.  If you are not a user of Facebook, don’t worry, you do not need an account, and can simply access it as a regular website.  If you are a FB user, like it and follow our continuing sojourn through this big, wide, wonderful world of ours.  Go on, take a look!  It will fill in all the ‘blanks’ that I could not possibly cover in a single blog post!


And thus, we continue to live the life we love and love the life we live.

One life, live it!

Ombi

Deeper into Ecuador’s Andean Highlands; Chimborazo and the Quilotoa Loop

The majestic peak of Chimborazo.

Whilst staying in Guaranda we decided to do a day trip to Mount Chimborazo, only some 50 kilometres away. Whilst it had been thought to be extinct, new studies show that it is actually active, having erupted at least seven times during the last 10 000 years; nothing on record however. The mountain was once considered the highest on the planet, but was dethroned by the Himalayan and Peruvian peaks. According to the Earth’s geometry, however, the summit of Chimborazo is considered to be the farthest from the Earth’s centre.  This huge mountain is the highest point in Ecuador and has the highest peak near the equator at 6268 metres.

One of the many vicunas that share the plains.


We didn’t do the ‘full monty’ overnight-reach-the-summit hike, but decided to do a day hike instead. We took the bus from Guaranda and were dropped off approximately an hour later at the Chimborazo (Reserva de Produccion Faunistica) entrance.  Our approximately 8-hour return trip would begin at 4370 metres. We were off!

As we walked and breathed in the progressively thinning air, we were rewarded with blow-your-socks off views, and believe me, the wind was already doing a pretty good job at that! The terrain leaves you  with your mouth wide open and the views of the volcano are nothing short of spectacular. Add to that the multitude of grazing vicunas along the way, it really made for a jaw-dropping sight.

Those last 100 metres were a tough gig!

By the time we reached the second refuge at around 5000 metres, I could definitely feel the altitude, whilst Alex’s body, being from Quito (second highest capital on Earth), seemed to be going into cellular memory recall. We stopped and had a hot chocolate and some sweets before setting off to reach the lagoon, only 100 metres further uphill.

Only another 100 metres uphill! Well, I must say, they were some of the hardest metres I have ever
walked. I could really feel the altitude, and I know that I was getting slight altitude sickness, as I felt not so much short of breath, but a tad queasy.  Nothing too serious, I was determined to get to the top. After trudging, stopping every few metres and Alex constantly urging me on, we made it to the top! It was never going to be any other way with me, was it?

The ‘accepted limit’ on this walk; we are standing behind!

After some fun at the top and some obligatory, ‘I made it to the top shots’, we were on the way back down. Again though, as being at an altitude of 5100 had taken its toll, the first 200 metres going  back down weren’t exactly easy either.  After that, with downhill all the way, it was really quite pleasant with yet more breathtaking views. We jumped on a Guaranda-bound bus soon after, and according to Alex’s shoulder, I had a great ride back. Zonked, exhausted, wiped out … but oh so very worth it! Quite possibly had one of the best sleeps of my life that night!

The lagoon at the top.
Ah, what a beautiful world!
The Quilotoa Lake rim as seen from the township of Quilotoa.

After Guaranda, it was on to do the infamous Quilotoa Loop.  Again, it’s one of those things that despite several trips to Ecuador since I met Alex in 1999, I have never got around to doing. It’s been on my bucket list forever! The Loop is a bumpy, roughly round-shaped road which meanders into the backcountry of Chimborazo province, high up in the Andes Mountains. You can walk or hike parts or go by transportation, although infrequent.  We did the former, well, we did a part of it anyway. We used transport where we had to but did a couple of spectacular day hikes between villages, ending up there for the night to sleep. Some people take guides, but most of the local hostales (places to sleep) have maps for independent travellers.

Walking around the Quilotoa rim.
Saquisili basket market.

Starting off in Latacunga, only an hour and a half from the capital, we began our four day journey that would take us through windswept plains, colourful indigenous markets, a crystal-blue lake which locals believe has no bottom, past, but not through) Tigua (a town and community of painters who are preserving the legends of the Andes with their intricately painted scenarios on sheep skin hides) and finally ending in Saquisili.  This market starts early, very early, and is one of the country’s largest and most colourful indigenous markets. Every Thursday hundreds of indigenous people from the surrounding areas come to sell and barter their wares, selling everything from pots and pans to pigs and goats. It is indeed very well known for its animal market.  Animal lovers beware!  The whole scene can be quite confronting!

On the rim, sunset at Quilotoa.

We spent our first night in the windswept town of Quilotoa, right near the rim of the spectacular lake. We not only walked down to the bottom, but around the rim as well.  Next, was hiking on to Chugchilan, and finally on to Isinlivi. I want to make a special mention of the outstanding Taita Cristobal Guest House we stayed at; well priced, great food and warm owners. Each day of our hike involved several hours of walking, but not without spectacular views.  Below is the blog of a guy called Steve (nope, I don’t know him personally, just found him on the internet) who outlines his entire walk around the Loop.  If you are interested in doing it (which I think if you are in Ecuador you should!) it’s a great read:  Backpacker Report Quilotoa Loop

Quilotoa Lake.

On the way to Isinlivi.
Saquisili animal market.

The loop definitely constitutes the road less travelled and its isolation brings you into contact with lots of Quechua (Kichwa) speaking indigenous people, their old customs and way of life.  These people could not possibly live a more different life than the modern day inhabitants of the capital and other big cities in Ecuador. We lived, we laughed, we learned and we shared. This is the beauty of travel … always!

And so, we were on our way to Quito … finally, to see our Ecuadorian family!
Ombi

Next: An overview of what we’ve been doing (still!) on the road for the last year or so.

Vicunas on the plains around Chimborazo.
Almost at the lagoon, walking up Chimborazo.
Our starting point for the Chimborazo walk.
Along the road on our hike to Chimborazo.
Met these fun-loving Ecuadorians on the way back down from our walk.
Breathtaking all the way!
Made it back down … exhausted!
Chimborazo and surrounds.
Chimborazo plains.
Indigenous people on Chimborazo.
The Quilotoa Loop.
Saquisili market.
With the lovely owner and excellent cook at Taita Cristobal, Isinlivi.
Saquisili market; the locals love (to eat!) a good guinea pig.
With some locals at Isinlivi.

Isinlivi town.
The hike to Isinlivi.
Stopping at a woodwork factory, on the way to Sigchos.

With the owners of Mama Hilda, the hostel we stayed at in Chugchilan.
Chugchilan street art.
Leaving Quilotoa to continue our walk around the Loop.
On the way to Quilotoa; arriving by bus (we would start our walk from here).
Highland animals.
This little piggy didn’t go to market!

Exploring Ecuador’s central highlands; Baños, Alausi, Guaranda, Salinas de Guaranda

Swinging at the end of the world!

Soon enough we were off to Baños de Agua Santa, or Baños, as it’s more commonly known. The area around the small town has to be the jewel in Ecuador’s jewel-encrusted crown! This tourist-happy town is the gateway to the Amazon. The town itself isn’t a bomb of excitement, and in peak season it can feel garish and overcrowded with backpackers and tour operators trying to lure you into the den of mountain-biking, rafting, hiking, bungee jumping and partying. Having said that, nobody leaves without some great stories and a big whopping smile across their face! Luckily for us, it was low season, and we were able to hang out and do our thing. You can sometimes see the nearby Volcan Tungurahua erupting.  Saw it erupting in 1999, no such luck this time!

Around Baños.

We had seen and done so much in the last few months that all we wanted to do was chill out! We found a great place to stay called Hostal Leon.  It was super-clean, run by friendly people, close to the market and had a little kitchen upstairs on the balcony overlooking the town.  What more could we ask for? We enjoyed a lovely few days here relaxing, cooking, eating, going for walks and visiting natural  hot water pools.  The infamous swing at the end of the world at the ‘Treehouse’ was, although touristy, a spectacle to behold! Close to the centre of town and overlooking the beautiful area of Baños it truly makes you feel like you are on top of the world. We’d done most of the ‘tourist stuff’ over the years, so this time it was all about rest and relaxation.

Yep, the place that marks the ‘marriage proposal’ spot!

Banos holds a very special place in my heart. It was July 1999, and I had only just met Alex. A week later he took me to Banos where he asked me to marry him.  The gal who was supposedly never going to get married turned around and said, “I will, one day!” That day came in April of 2002, and I have never looked back!

We were most definitely getting closer to Quito, but we still had a couple of things to do and tick off the bucket list! Next was Alausi. A small town in Chimborazo province in Ecuador’s Andes. Apart from its quaint architecture and old colonial houses, its real

Alausi.

claim to fame is that it’s the starting-off point for the Nariz del Diablo, or Devil’s Nose train ride. The engineering work is amongst the most audacious of projects realised in the Andean mountain range, and the switchbacks are mind boggling! Sadly, the Devil’s Nose was the tomb of many Jamaican slaves contracted to dynamite the mountain. This would be my fourth attempt at riding this train since 1999; mudslides, broken engines and the likes had always stopped me.  On our last attempt in 2007 (and my first with Alex) we even got to sit on the roof-top, and the train actually took off … only to have to turn around half an hour later due to both a landslide and a damaged engine!

Finally, fourth time lucky!

These days there are no rides on the top!  It’s all closed up and it’s a very formal and safety conscious affair. The ride, although spectacular, I must admit was a little anti-climactic. Not sure if it was because we had seen and done so much in the last months or if taking out that ‘rough and rugged’ wind blowing through my hair option on the roof top took the edge off for me.  Alack and alas, impressive it was.

A visit to the Alausi archives.

We also met some great people in this tiny town, and Isabel ended up inviting us to where she worked, a place where they kept all the
archives and history of the town.  This was
really amazing, and a golden opportunity. Alex and I sat in a small room and flicked through archives and photos that were hundreds of years old.

Guaranda Carnaval procession.

We’d heard about another place called Guaranda, in the central Ecuadorian Andes, known for having one of the best Carnavals in Ecuador. We were a tad early for the big event, but got to see a lot of the pre-Carnaval stuff, including amazing parades, street parties, outdoor concerts and people bombing each other with water.  We got to meet the Taita (Father) Carnaval and the Mayor, who welcomed the ‘gringos’ with open arms.  The vibe was great and it was fun to be a part of the hubbub.

There isn’t a Carnaval without a devil, or two or three!
Ticket to ride!

We found a cosy colonial place to stay, close to the town centre, Hostal de las Flores.  It had great staff, a kitchen, a local market around the corner and a huge open outdoor market  (which sold just about everything!) just up the hill. We went for walks in the spectacular countryside surrounding the town, made friends with the locals and generally had a fantastic time.  We did not want to leave!

Chilli flavoured chocolate!

It was in Guaranda that we heard about Salinas de Guaranda only 30 kilometres away. Beautiful, quaint, small, gorgeous windswept Salinas, as its called by the locals. It’s only a short ride away from Guaranda on the back of a pick up, and oh what views.  We stayed at a cosy place called La Minga Hostal, and spent the next few days chilling out and sampling its country famous chocolates and cheeses. In fact, what makes this place so special is its all-embracing community spirit and the creativity and productivity of the several cooperative businesses which call the little town home.


Ombi



Note : Veryitchyfeet has been on the road now for almost 22 months, and in the last year I have not been writing on this blog nearly as much as I would like to. If you are interested in seeing where we have been and what we have been up to, please take a look at our public page on Facebook.  As it is a public page you do not have to have an account with FB to view it.  If you do have an account with FB, however, and you would like to continue to follow us, just ‘like it’!


Next: Watch this space!

Banos.


Alausi.
 

The humans and animals of Alausi.

Romanesco broccoli, a cross between broccoli and cauliflower.

The famous bridge at Baños.

Bungee jumping off  Baños  bridge.

The thermal waters of Baños.

Baños street art.
Baños train… the most difficult in the world?

Ecuador is life! Alausi.

On the Baños train.

Vicente the Ecuadorian who speaks excellent ‘Strayan!  He lived in Perth!
It’s time for Carnaval, Guaranda.

‘Cuys’ (guinea pigs) for sale at the market in Guaranda … to eat!

‘Ecuador, land of traditions’. Guaranda.

The mayor gets soaked as part of Carnaval festivities.

Alex with some of the Guaranda boys.

Carnaval procession in Guaranda.

With the mayor (L) and Father Carnaval (R) during celebrations, Guaranda.
Alausi train ride.
Central square, Salinas de Guaranda.

Salinas de Guaranda.

The landscape around Salinas de Guaranda.

The church in the central square of Salinas de Guaranda.

The landscape around Salinas de Guaranda.

Jungle time … from Macas to Yasuni National Park, the most biologically diverse spot on Earth!

Sangay.

We’d been to or through Macas a couple of times over the years, and this time we would pass through on our way to a  remote part of Ecuador’s Amazon basin, to see Alex’s Uncle Jorge. It’s also known as the “Emerald of the East”, due to its location just east of the Andes mountains.  Few tourists actually make it to the town with so few tourist trappings, but it’s raw, it’s real and it’s worth a look-see. We ate some decent food and went on some lovely walks with Jorje, from where we could see the perfect snow-covered cone of Volcan Sangay (5230 metres).  It’s Ecuador’s seventh’ highest mountain and one of the world’s most active.  It can be glimpsed on a clear day … we saw it in all of its glory.  Lady Luck was on our side!

Catching up with Eduardo.

It was lovely to relax, eat, catch up with Jorge, go for casual walks, observe the people and the way they lived.  Sometimes it’s not just about seeing and doing but about absorbing and letting things ‘just happen’ … it’s then that the magic really begins.  Like when we went for a walk along the river and ended up being invited into a Swiss lady’s house for coffee and cake!  She heard my accent, assumed that I was a foreigner (on the mark there) and invited us in.

The port in Coca.

After recharging our batteries, and saying our farewells to Jorge (we would see him again in Quito as it’s where his family lives), we made our way to Puerto Francisco de Orellana, or simply Coca, as it’s known in Ecuador. Located in the Amazon Rainforest at the confluence of the Coca and Napo rivers, Coca really is a rather charmless city. In the 1990s, the town was transformed by the oil industry from a tiny river settlement with dirt roads into a hot, teeming mass of concrete!  Need I say more! Having said that, it really is unavoidable if you want to engage in some of Ecuador’s most fascinating jungle tours, namely Yasuni National Park, arguably the most biologically diverse spot on earth!

Napo River, Coca.

First things first, we looked for a place to stay and after inspecting several places ended up at Hostal Santa Maria in the centre; basic, clean and friendly it would do us until we found a way to do Yasuni independently! And so our adventure to try and find the Holy Grail would begin! Seriously, I never thought that it would be so difficult!  The tourist information in town was shocking, in fact it was so bad that we went to the tourism directive to complain! All we wanted to do was a tour that was not upscale and was not going to cost us hundreds of dollars a day.  So we asked around … Frank recommended we speak to Bob … Bob to George … George to Frank, and voila, there we were full circle and none the wiser!

More gorgeous views along the Napo River.

Alex the Birdman.

Persistence pays off they say? Yes it does!  We certainly did not come to Coca to turn around and leave! Finally, someone at Hotel El Auca (Coca’s most ‘upscale’ hotel) gave us some decent information and what seemed like a reasonable contact. In no time at all, we were visiting Patricio Juanka of Amazon Travel, right near the waterfront.  Honest, friendly, down-to-earth, he told us what our options were.  We wanted remote, seriously remote!  We did not come here to throng with the masses, and so it would be … the next morning we would take off for what would end up being one of the most exhilarating, mind-blowingly beautiful experiences of my life!  Let the long-awaited Yasuni journey begin!

Local life along the Napo River.

I will try my best to describe our next five
days, five of the best days of my life! The first day was mostly spent on a slow boat, which took around ten hours on the Napo River and which would take us to the Ecuadorian/ Peruvian border town of Nuevo Rocafuerte.  The ride was long, but it was amazing to take it all in.Unfortunately, despite the fact that the Ecuadorian government said that Yasuni would never be touched, we saw plenty of evidence to contradict this.  Drilling for petrol is alive and kicking! This is possibly one of the most off-the-beaten-track adventures I have ever been on … ten hours by boat to reach the depths of the Amazon is no mean feat!  We were met by our guide Roni Cox (I know, a nice, easy Ecuadorian name!) who took us to our accommodation, Hotel Chimborazo, for the night.  He told us where we would be having dinner and breakfast, and added that we should be ready at 8.00am the next morning, when the ‘real’ Yasuni adventure would begin.

Watching the world go by, Napo River.

Oropendola, Nuevo Rocafuerte.

I rather liked Nuevo Rocafuerte, it had that ‘where no man dares go’ kinda feel! The freaks were back! We walked around the tiny town, just observing and taking it all in. Dinner was fine, the usual suspects of rice, beans and patacones prevailed.  We met a Brazilian guy whose aim was to travel around South America for free.  You meet all sorts!  Time to go to bed.

And so, the adventure would begin.  We got up nice and early; after a night of alluvial downpour (hey it’s a rainforest after all!) we were off.  The next two days were exhilarating, and we camped in tents on both nights.  We saw pink dolphins, giant otters, oropendolas (birds native to the area) and a range of other birds as well, went on mind-blowing hikes, saw mystical lagoons, and took in the breathtaking beauty of an area which is virtually untouched by man. So few make it here, but the hard work was paying off … we had the jungle to ourselves!

It’s a nutria (giant otter).

With Roni, getting ready for one of our many hikes.

Roni was an awesome guide.  I even helped him cook some vegetarian food, which he quite enjoyed.  On our first day we were also accompanied by Eriks, a Latvian guy, who was doing a shorter version of our tour. A lovely guy who invited us to visit in Latvia … quite possible with us! I could go on to describe this paradise, but for once in my life (and it doesn’t happen often!) I will let the cascade of photos do the talking. These days provided us with one magic moment after another.

Monkeying around!

It all happened too quickly, and before we knew it, we were back in Nuevo Rocafuerte. Roni, you were the bomb! You made this one of the best experiences of our lives! Absolutely unforgettable and a world highlight. We would spend another night in ‘town’ before embarking on the long ride back to Coca the next morning. As we were travelling upriver this time, the ride would take almost 14 hours. Relax and reflection time!

Went out one night in a small boat looking for caymans.

We finally made it back!  The next day, we would also see another smaller, and much more touristy area of the park (only ten minutes away by boat) for a couple of hours, complete with the guide dressed up as a Shuar.  Nice, but only just that, after what we had just seen and experienced.

Amazon plant life.

Amazonian bird life.

Indeed all good things must come to an end. The footprint of this experience will forever be stamped onto my heart and soul. Another mission accomplished!

Ombi

Not a stick insect, but a leaf one!

“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where 
there is no path and leave a trail.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Next: Alausi and the infamous Nariz del Diablo (Devil’s Nose) train ride. Would we in finally get to ride that train?  This was going to be my fourth attempt since 1999!

Huayruro seeds, also used in jewellery.
The Ecuadorian Amazon … full of breathtaking views.
Street art, Macas.
Amazonian beetle.

Cruising the Ecuadorian Amazon.
Centipede.
Cruising one of the many tributaries of the river around Yasuni. 
A furry friend of a different kind.
Chillin’!

On the boat to Nuevo Rocafuerte.

Postcard views abound.

With Juanka on our return. Tired but elated!
On our way back from Yasuni, near Coca.
On the long ride back from Nuevo Rocafuerte to Coca.
Napo River ferry.
Camping … part of the Yasuni experience.
Roni takes us around to some amazingly pristine places.
The amazing energy of a tree with a million stories.
An interesting looking tree, hey!?
Amazonian fungi (one of many sorts).
The elusive Amazonian Pink Dolphin.
A butterfly gears up for take-off.
Oropendola.
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Yasuni … mystical, magical, breathtaking!
Sunset around Yasuni.
Yasuni plant life.
I finally succumbed to botox.




WOW sums this one up!
Napo Valley express.
It’s a Bug’s Life.
Taking it all in.
Going through the thick of it … Yasuni.
This trip was simply a series of postcard picture moments.

The Amazon … Ecuadorian style!

Zamora street art.
Zamora.

It was now time to get off the beaten track.  We had seen and done so much in Ecuador over our various trips over the years, but had never been to the south-eastern part of the Oriente (Ecuador’s Amazon, where the Andes meet the lowland areas of rainforest in the Amazonian basin). We looked at a map and said, “Right, where to”? For all of Ecuador’s beauty and fascinating places to see, the government does an appalling job at promoting tourism, and information, especially on places not oft visited is scarce.  But we were determined!  Ummmm, Zamora?  We were able to scrounge some information from the internet: “The bus ride here is itself worthwhile, with the road snaking down from the sierra past numerous waterfalls, giving occasional views onto miles of densely forested hills.” SOLD!

The path less travelled. Zamora-Chinchipe

The bus ride was indeed spectacular! As we got lower we could feel the vegetation becoming increasingly lush and giant ferns were hanging over the road.  At 970 metres above sea level, Zamora has a gorgeous sub-tropical climate, quite different to the Andean climate for which the country is known. Zamora sits at the confluence of the Zamora and Bombuscaro rivers and the backdrop of steep, emerald green hills rising over its rooftops gives the town a lovely feel.  We liked it as soon as the bus rolled in.

Back to information … what information?!  The tourist office looked like it had died a slow and prolonged death years ago!  Whilst Alex sat with the backpacks I walked around to see if I could find something, someone, something … and I found Inza Coffee, a cafe run by a gorgeous Colombian couple … who also had loads of information on what to do in the area. Colombians aren’t just known for their good coffee … they also excel at customer service. Sorry Ecuador, they leave you for dead on that front!  I called Alex over and we had a coffee whilst chatting to Linda and …….. about places to stay and things to see.  Great coffee guys! We would be back.  Our mission was to first find a place to stay.

Hanging out with Linda and Julian, Cafe Inza, Zamora.

Downtown Zamora.

What an interesting little town! The town centre is not necessarily physically appealing, but most certainly interesting.  Its main function was to service the local gold-mining industry. Absolutely full of Chinese workers, we had been told that they were employed mostly as engineers working on  number of hydroelectric plants; there’s a a lot of water down this way.  Although not a place to spend days, it was still a nice spot to explore, with its markets, rivers and Shuar and Saraguro Indians milling around the neighbourhood, the latter in their distinguishable black shorts. We can highly recommend Hotel Iruna, which was spacious, clean and comfortable, with very helpful owners.

The highlight of the area really is the lowland part of Podocarpus National Park.  We spent a couple of days walking around and in it and it was indeed beautiful.  And what makes it even more so is the total lack of tourists.  It was a pleasure to walk around and take in the beauty with peace and serenity. Bubbling streams, enticing rivers, the sounds of exotic birds, rumbling waterfalls, paradise!

Podocarpus National Park.

Exotic fungus, Poducarpus National Park.

Days were spent hiking and taking in the area’s beauty and nights at Inza Coffee where the lovely Linda would not only provide us with excellent coffee, but equally excellent food! To boot, she was a wealth of information on where to go and what to do in the area. Ecuadorian tourism offices move over! She mentioned Nangaritza.  Who’d ever heard of it?  And then she showed us some photos. OMG!!!!  We had to go there! The information on how to get there was scarce, but we were going to give it a crack!

Around Guayzimi.
Around Zamora.

It appeared that Guayzimi was going to be our next port of call then! We had asked around and from the small amount of information that we were able to collate, it appeared that we would be able to do it ourselves … maybe.  We grabbed a bus and took off.  A small and unassuming town, with a small town square, our first job was to find a place to stay.  It was not that hard as we had so few places to choose from.  We ended up at Hotel Cueva de los Tayos.  It was run by the gorgeous Noe, and we were officially the first guests.  Brand new, modern, clean and safe, we had a blast there.  Noe was helpful and kind, and ended up taking us around to see things and offer us everything from breakfast to afternoon tea.  Tourists?  We were it!  With barely a sliver of information on the town or its surrounds who was about to embark on the unknown?

A lesson on how to make patacones with Rebeca.

Restaurants?  Good luck!  At night there was a little agachadito, or stall, from where you could buy some simple, but tasty, food.  It was there that we met the hospitable Juan and Rebeca. On our first night in town they took us for a walk to the cemetery, from where we were afforded some lovely views of the little town.  Over the next few days they would invite us to their house, just off the plaza, several times. I got to help Rebeca cook (and eat!) patacones (fried green plantains), yum!  They also have a little farm only kilometres out of town.  Rebeca would visit daily and tend to her chickens and garden. We also visited her there.  She cut us some sugarcane (the plant looks similar to bamboo) and we chewed on chunks.  Yum!  Unlike processed white sugar, it’s far healthier for you, basically because it’s not processed.

Around Guayzimi.

The area was lovely just to wander around, with beautiful views and some interesting, and small Shuar communities. The Shuar are an Amazonian indigenous people of Ecuador and Peru. The only tourists on the (very untouristic!!!) block, we definitely raked in some attention.  It was interesting to walk through their villages and chat to them. Although reserved, they were happy to chat when they could see that could speak Spanish and were making an effort. As is often the case in Ecuador, it’s interesting to see the surprise on their faces when Alex tells them that he’s Ecuadorian. They always think he’s a gringo, or foreigner; it’s the look, the clothes they say.  Too long in Australia, hey!?

Alex drinking ‘chicha’ with the Shuar, in Shaime.

Determined to visit the area around Alta Nangaritza with or without a guide, we took off early one morning on a day trip.  Las Orquideas is approximately 20 kilometres and only an hour away from Nangaritza, on the border of the Peruvian Amazon.  We arrived at about 8am.  A tiny, tiny town situated tight on the Nangaritza River, we chatted to a few people and finally organised a day trip with a local with a boat.  This would end up being one of the most spectacular days in our entire South American journey.

The river itself was spectacularly beautiful, surrounded by high sub-tropical mountains, breathtaking waterfalls and Shuar villages. We did it all! We went on a walk through lush vegetation, high up above the river and passing trees older than our brains could cope with (7000 years!). We were often up to our knees in mud (thankfully we were lent gum boots), but the views still blew our socks … right out of our gum boots!  To say WOW would be an understatement. I felt like an extra in an Indiana Jones movie! We also visited Shuar villages, like Shaime (and drank the local fermented alcoholic fruit drink known locally as ‘chicha’), and a number of waterfalls such as the Cascada Los Dioses (Waterfalls of the Gods). Wow, wow, wow, wow! Ecuador, seriously, you need to start promoting this hidden gem. We also walked within metres of the Peruvian border.  Set in the thick of the Amazonian jungle, this was once a war zone, and there are still live mines.  We saw the signs to prove it.

Day trip to Alto Nangaritza Reserve.
The labyrinth of a thousand illusions.

The day was not over yet … we also visited the Laberinto Mil Ilusiones (the labyrinth of a thousand illusions), also set in the jungle.  The name says it all really!  More WOW factor … mystical, exciting and eerily beautiful, I felt like I was now emerging as the protagonist in what could be the next Indiana Jones movie … the title could simply be ‘The Labyrinth of a Thousand Illusions’. I was feeling so incredibly blessed and lucky to see this enchanting place. Wow, wow and more wow! The day did finally come to an end, and we were soon enough back on the bus to Nangaritza.

Noe took us around with his car and showed us a few other places locally.  We also spent a Sunday with his daughter, Marlene, and her children who had come down from Zamora. One of the greatest pleasures of travelling is always meeting and spending time with the locals.

With Noe and his family, Guayzimi.
Waterfall of the Gods.

Our next point of call would be Macas (not of the hamburger kind!), also in the Oriente, and where Alex’s uncle Jorge works. We would have to take a bus from Yantzaza.  As Noe has a house there, and goes often, he offered to drive us. The overnight bus would not be leaving until almost midnight so Noe allowed us to leave our backpacks in his house and explore the town until we were ready to leave.  A quaint little town with a not a lot to do, it was still interesting to walk around and observe the ‘local life’. It’s often these opportunities that give you an insight into the real culture of an area or country.

Ombi

“If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door.” – Milton Berle

Dedication:  To Noe, Marlene, Rebeca and your families.  For taking us into your homes and treating us like family.  Some people you remember, others you forget. You are the ones that leave a permanent imprint on our hearts. Thank you.

Dedicación: Para Noe, Marlene y sus familias. Para dejarnos entrar en sus hogares y tratarnos como familia.  Hay alguna gente recordamos y otros que no.  Ustedes son de los que dejan una huella permanente sobre de nuestros corazones. Gracias.

Next: Catching up with Jorge in Macas and visiting Yasuni National Park, deep in the Ecuadorian Amazon.  Remote, exotic, mostly untouched by tourism.  One of my dreams about to come true!

Boat ride along the Nangaritza River.

Flora of Podocarpus National Park.

Walk to Podocarpus National Park.
Zamora street art … minus Alex!

Practising English with the Guayzimi locals.

Rebeca cutting us some fresh cane sugar from her property.

Alex and Noe enjoying a wine.

Serious looking local fauna.

The walk around Alto Nangaritza Reserve.

Alto Nangaritza Reserve, the trunk says it all!

Breathtaking Nangaritza River.

Podocarpus fern.

Locals crossing the Nangaritza River.

Local boy, Las Orquideas.

Revisiting my second home, Ecuador.

It’s always fun times hanging out with my soul mate!

As soon as we crossed the border I felt totally at home.  It’s usually like this when I set foot on the country that has become my second residence, and which I have visited countless times since 1999. You know that, sigh, I’m back kinda feeling! I was meant to be with Alex, I was meant to be here. This was just always all meant to be!  Macara is the border town on the Ecuadorian side, and it has always  held a special place in my heart.  Why?  Because when I backpacked South America in 1999, it was the place I crossed the border from Peru into Ecuador;  the locals were so helpful, friendly and generous that I have never, ever forgotten.  It was one of those travellers’ minties moments that I have always carried around in my heart.  Little was I to know that only weeks later I would meet my soul mate and love of my life!

Rice fields of Macara.
Christmas with the family.

After taking a quick look around we ended up at Los Arrozales Hotel. The room was big, airy, clean and had air-con, which was fantastic given that it’s both hot and humid in Macara.  It ended up being the perfect place to charge our batteries for a week or so. Alex has family that are from Macara, and so we spent some time with them.  For Christmas we were invited to his Aunty and Uncle’s house, where we had a great night eating, drinking and hanging out with all of the cousins.  It was a really fun night.  Alex’s Aunty Gladys and cousin Volney also came down from Quito.  It was lovely catching up with them too. Lazy days, relaxing, lots of eating (the food’s good down here!), walking, visiting … this is the life!

Strret art and family.
Living to a ripe ol’ age in Vilcabamba.

We really wanted to visit the south-eastern part of Ecuador’s Amazon, so it was clear that we were not going to get to Quito for New Year, but we did need to get moving.  Heading east we made our way to Vilcabamba.  Again, last time I was here was on my 1999 trip. My how it had changed!  The first thing I noticed, as we walked through the central plaza, was how many foreigners there were!  It really was ‘pick the Ecuadorian’!  Vilcabamba has a reputation for breeding humans who live to a ripe old age and is very popular amongst tourists … clearly! 

Vilcabamba home.

To be honest, I was a little shocked at how much it had changed and how many tourists there actually were (although I was one of them!) The area has over recent years attracted hippies and bohemians alike, both from afar as well as nationally.  The marijuana-chuffers and drunks always seemed to be sitting in the same place, at the same time, every day. I would often look at them and wish they’d disappear. I know these comments are highly judgemental, but visiting far-away places to see this just isn’t my gig really!

Vilcabamba.

Having said that, nobody can take away from Vilcabamba  that it is set in a historical and scenic valley with spectacular views and a superb climate.  Once out of the central plaza, there really is a lot to see and do. We spent many days strolling around, drinking good coffee (OK, that was around the plaza, but sometimes you have to make exceptions, hey!), and going on some breathtaking walks. 

Podocarpus National Park.

We visited Parque Nacional Podocarpus, which has one of the most biologically rich areas in the country.  It protects habitats at altitudes ranging from 3600 metres (near Vilcabamba) in the paramo to 1000 metres in the steamy rain forests near Zamora.  We did the former and a few days later the latter too! The day we visited the Vilcabamba side of the park it rained, and rained, and rained.  But then, that’s nature.  Still very, very beautiful!

The ‘widows’ playing soccer.

And yes, we did end up spending New Year in Vilca, as it is now fondly referred to by both locals and foreigners alike.  All the usual Ecuadorian New Year’s traditions and customs abounded, such as the burning of effigies at midnight and the ‘viudas’ or widows dressing up to signify the death of another year. The viudas are hysterical; men provocatively dressed up as women give everyone a good laugh!  I loved watching the viudas play soccer too.  Another custom is that when the effigies are burnt at midnight, you are supposed to leap over the flames ensuring a great new year! I was happy to simply watch others doing this and cut my losses, hoping that my following year would be reasonable even if I didn’t straddle these great balls of fire!

With Nick.

New Year’s dinner was at Pura Vida and I must say that the food was truly good.  Really, really, really (really!!!!!!) good olive oil. Seriously, South America does not really do olive oil, and what’s imported is usually not much more than average.  One of the owners here is Spanish, and she brings in the good stuff! Good food and good company … I finally got to meet you Nick Vasey!  You are great on Face Book and even better in real life!

Thanks for having us at your gorgeous property Nick. Just outside of the centre it’s a true getaway.  Beautiful, relaxing, tranquil, spectacular views and … the amazing coffee was a bonus!  I have  a lot of time for people who ‘get’ good coffee!

PS  Found a nice little coffee place, Del Paramo. Excellent coffee!

Ombi

“Fun is good.”– Dr Seuss

Next:  Ecuador’s southern Oriente, where the eastern slopes of the Andes meet with the lowland areas in the Amazon Basin.

Macara river, dividing Ecuador and Peru.
Christmas with the family.

Macara by night.
Macara local.
Yogurt and ‘pan de yuca’ (casava bread).

Macara life!

Alex cathing up on the food he loves.

Out and about in Macara.

With the family.

Some of the Macara locals.

Wasn’t going to stop until he tried all of his faves!

With Tia Gladys and Volney.
Family pic.

Fresh mangoes … from the tree to our mouths.

Yum … with Alex’s cousin Tamara.

Christmas with the family.
New Year masks for the effigies.
Getting ready for the New Year.
Happy 2015!!!!
Supposedly jumping over the burning effigy brings you good luck!
Beautiful Vilcabamba surrounds.
Vilca street art.
Podocarpus National Park.
Nick’s pet peacock.
Some more of Nick’s ‘housemates’.
Malacatos, close to Vilcabamba.
Peacock at Nick’s.
Alex and cousin Volney, Macara.

Peru … the whirlwind tour.

Alex vs ‘Sexy Woman’.

Our aim was to get to Ecuador by Christmas time, but we were running out of time. So, having already done Peru a couple of times, we decided to make our way directly to Cuzco. Home and base to the infamous Inca Trail and Machu Picchu, yes it’s touristy, but it never disappoints. We got in nice and early, as ridiculously early.  We dumped our stuff in  a cheap and cheerful hostel and then made our way to Saksayhuaman (known as Sexy Woman on the gringo tourist trail). A two kilometre uphill climb from (the already high 3300 metre high) Cuzco, the sprawling Inca site is truly impressive and offers arresting views over Cuzco, especially at dawn when we arrived. Whilst Cuzco is gorgeous, the government has totally jumped on the tourist bandwagon and charges an arm and a leg for everything! Not if you get there early and evade the opening times though!

Sacsayhuaman with Cuzco below. 
Sacsayhuaman.
Central square, Cuzco.

Saksayhuaman was eerily peaceful and tranquil so early in the morning, and although we were tired it seemed to recharge our batteries.  I have always maintained that the energy around Cuzco is simply amazing. Despite its monstrous size, today’s visitor still sees only about 20% of the original structure. Our friends, the Spaniards, tore down the walls soon after the conquest and used the blocks to build their own houses in Cuzco.  Despite this, the town of Cuzco is simply delightful.  It’s aesthetically gorgeous!

Alex and Paula eating some fresh corn.

We decided to skip all of the paid and touristy stuff on this trip, but still delighted in walking around the town and doing a few other things close to town. We found a brilliant vegan restaurant called Green Point, close to where we were staying, where the food was so good and well-priced that we went back several times.  Sooooo good that I believe that they opened up their second store in March of this year. Let me repeat, soooo good, that even the carnivores were going back for more!!!! I am not going to lie, after months of mostly below average food in Bolivia … fried food (which I mostly don’t eat), bread and pasta (which I don’t eat), fried chicken (which I don’t eat) … this was like the bomb! The market food, juices and produce was also great here. Ah, to be able to eat well again.

Folkloric dancing.

A hub of cultural activity, one night we went to a free concert presented in one of the halls in the central plaza of Cuzco.  Put together by the Faculty of Geological Engineering and organised by the Cultural Group of Folkloric Dances the event was called “Dances of my country”. It was a great night!

Cuzco by night.
The salt ponds of Maras.

Over the years I have been back to Peru, and especially Cuzco, several times. I have been fortunate to have done the Inca Trail twice and Machu Picchu three times. I had never seen Maras and Moray, so in a bid to do something a little different, along with our Brazilian friend Paula, who we had met up with again in Cuzco, we visited them both.  About 40 kilometres from Cuzco, the road passes through the infamous and breathtaking Sacred Valley, the heart of the Inca Empire. Maras is known for its salt ponds perched up on a hill.  Used since Incan times, they are still being used by locals today. You can also buy the rock salt from them, which leaves most of the packaged stuff you buy today for dead!  Moray, on the other hand, is a set of concentric circles, or depressions, which were most probably used as an irrigation system in Inca times.  Unfortunately, we only got to see the latter from the side of the road, as we were not allowed to purchase a ticket just for the one site, and the administrators were adamant that we should pay the USD$27.00 to see the site!  The ticket was to enter four sites, but I had already seen the other three over the years.  Yes, I did strike up an argument!  How unusual! Over the years the Peruvian government has become very greedy, and it would be fair to say that prices, especially around Cuzco, have jumped up exorbitantly! Even the locals were telling me that it was a rip off.  Ah, the price you pay for tourism!

The concentric circles of Moray.
Pisac ruins.

Pisac, about 33 kilometres from Cuzco and in the Sacred Valley, is also a spot that never disappoints. Sunny Pisac is a bit lower than Cuzco at an elevation of 2715 metres.  It has traditionally been known for its market (which has become way too touristy for my liking!) but its real pull are the ruins and Inca Fortress perched up on the hill above the town. This Inca citadel lies high above the village on a plateau with a plunging gorge on either side. There’s a steep path running to the top … we know, we did it! But if there was ever a worthwhile sweat it out walk, this had to be it!  The views were nothing short of WOW! And so few tourists or travellers actually do it, unlike Machu Picchu, which I have been told is coated with tourists 24/7. We felt like we had the entire place to ourselves.

Around town we visited the fascinating Coca Museum history.  Where else would you find a one-stop-shop on the history, use and influence of the coca leaf? No visit to Cuzco would be complete without walking past the infamous 12-sided stone, probably the finest example of Inca masonry. Having said that, we could do without the dude dressed up as an Inca!  He’s there all the time, and I reckon he’s making more money from photos than his Inca counterparts ever were!

Our first few nights were spent in a hostel whose owners really had no idea about, well, how to run a hostel!  We got pots with holes in the kitchen, and the rain almost flooded out our room one night!  We did have spectacular views of the city from the rooftop though as well as meeting a gorgeous German family travelling with their two kids, whom we really hit it off with. Florence and ……. were about six months into a two year trip around the world with their kids.  Travellers from way back they had decided even before they had children that they would ‘invest’ in the travel experience when they would have kids by travelling around with them.

Alex and Sonia.

We ended up moving to Casa Sihuar, owned by our lovely friends Sonia and Luis and run by their family. The hostel is up the hill near San Blas, in a gorgeous neighbourhood.  It had been years since we had seen Sonia and the gang.  It was lovely to hang out with them and reminisce. As always, they treated us like family.  We spent a few days there hanging out, cooking, chatting and drinking coffee.  It was here that we met Antonio, an Italian who was starting up a pastry business with some of the gang at Sihuar …Ayni Pasticceria Fina is an Italian/ Peruvian fusion. Whilst we were there we tried their panettone (a traditional Italian sweet bread) … it was to die for.

We could have spent another few weeks here, but time was flying, and Christmas approaching.  We had originally planned to stop in Lima for a few days (it has never been my favourite city!), but after a night bus over and it taking us a couple of hours just to get from the outskirts of Lima to the central bus station we decided to move on.  Lima is usually busy, but with Christmas less than two weeks away it was mad.  People, buses, everything everywhere.  Where to next? We asked a few questions and buses were filling up fast, with some destinations already virtually impossible to get to.  We looked at our map and decided on Chiclayo That would take us close enough to the Ecuadorian border.

Valley of the Pyramids.

I had been to Chiclayo before, but it was Alex’s first time. After Cuzco’s cold climate, Chiclayo was sunny and warm and only 13 kilometres away from the beach.  It was a nice spot to stay in for a few days. The city centre is colonial in style and lovely to just walk around and absorb the culture. Its real drawcard, though, is the surrounding archaeological sites. We spent a day at Tucume, the Valley of the Pyramids. A short bus ride from Chiclayo, it’s actually the largest pyramid complex in the world. It covers an area of over 540 acres and encompasses 26 major pyramids and mounds.  Of course many of them cannot be clearly seen.  The site pre-dates the Incas and was occupied by the Lambayeque/Sican (800-1350AD), Chimu (1350-1450AD) and finally the Inca (1450-1532AD). We spent an entire day walking around ‘some’ of the massive site, and although tiring it was well worth it.

The Valley of the Pyramids, Tucume.

Pimental Beach.

We had to go to the beach … or did we?  We ended up at Pimental and spent a couple of hours there, walking along the beach.  I thought it was a great place to take in the culture and watch the fishermen, but as far as a beach goes … I am a snob!  I am Australian!

And so, it was time to go to Ecuador!  After a bit of a runaround in Chiclayo as to where we needed to catch a bus from to get to Ecuador, we finally made it, only days before Christmas! Northern Peru is very, very, very arid!  The odd thing is that literally as soon as you cross the border the scenery changes dramatically to lush.  It was also interesting to note Peru’s very poor north to Ecuador’s rather comfortable south.

Let the Ecuadorian adventure begin!

Ombi

‘We met for a reason, you’re either a blessing or a lesson.’ – Frank Ocean

Crossing from Bolivia to Peru.

The many colours of Bolivian corn.

These little piggies went to market.

Porridge with coca leaf powder.  No, it’s not cocaine!

Cuy … pet or dinner?

Pisac.

View from Maras.

With Sonia, Casa Sihuar.

With the family at Casa Sihuar.

New friends in Cuzco.

Goodbye Sonia … I will miss you!

Finger Lickin’ Good … Peruvian chocolate!

Peruvian street art.

Fishermen on Pimental Beach.

Lake Magic at Copacabana!

Lake Titicaca magic!
Island of the Sun.

Who could ask for more … at the Copa, Copacabana!  But it’s not what you think.  Bolivia has its very own Copacabana  (Copa to the locals!)  …  it’s the main Bolivian town heading north towards the Peruvian border and the town that lies on the rim of Bolivia’s side of the infamous Lake Titicaca, the highest navigable lake in the world. Again, one of those places I had done before but was so happily about to do again! Lake Titicaca straddles the border between Bolivia and Peru in the Andes Mountains and at 3182 metres above sea level it really does feel like you are on top of the world! It is said to be the highest navigable lake in the world. At 190 kilometres long by 80 kilometres wide there are spots whereby, once on the actual lake, it is so big that it appears to be like an ocean; you really can’t see the shore! It’s said to be the birthplace of the Incas, and with its many scattered ruins it really does have that mystical feel about it.

Spectacular Lake Titicaca.

Meeting the locals.

It was upon arrival, that we would meet Paula, our new friend from Brazil whom we would spend the next couple of weeks travelling with. We hit it off instantly and as she and Alex chatted in the plaza, I went and looked for a place to stay. After checking out numerous places I decided on Hostal Sonia, cheap, clean, comfy and with amazing rooftop views.  It had a kitchen as well, which is always a bonus as we do a lot of cooking in-house. I’m not going to lie, Bolivian food has mostly done nothing for me; chicken, chicken, chicken, rice, beans, lots of fried food an negligible salad or veggie portions!  Adversely, the markets have an amazing array of both fruit and vegetables; they became my best friend in Bolivia! My checking of hostels had provided me with a mini-tour of the town.  It was really just as I had remembered it, but with more shops and more tourists!  This is what happens, hey!

Temple of the Sun.

We spent a great few days here doing everything from the infamous Isla del Sol (Island of the Sun) to the less travelled to Isla de la Luna (Island of the Moon).  I had not been to the latter before. The Island of the Sun is a short boat ride away and despite its proximity to the mainland can still only be traversed by foot, no roads or cars and only paths to walk on, which is what makes it special really. The terrain is rocky and the island is inhabited by the traditional Aymara people.  Scattered with ruins, it is a delight to walk around. Upon arrival by ferry at the dock village of Yumani, you are greeted by a lovely hanging garden along what is known as the Escalera de la Inca (or Inca’s Staircase) culminating in a beautiful rolling waterfall.  And it just gets better from there really! A walk around the island will make you feel like you are the Queen or King of the Castle and that you own the world.

Temple of the Virgins, Island of the Moon.

Much less visited, but I was determined to do it this time, was the Island of the Moon.  Much smaller than the Island of the Sun, this island is known for its mythological significance to the Incas and is home to the ruins of the Temple of the Virgins.  It is inhabited on the Western side by a small village of about 80 people.  The locals are friendly, the atmosphere tranquil and quiet and the island is still without electricity.  Both islands have places to stay, which was definitely not the case on my last visit.  One can only hope that tourism ‘progresses the cause’ and does not damage it.  We can only hope … and wait and see.

At the top of Calvary Hill.

We also did lots of things in and around Copacabana. No trip to the area would be complete without a walk up to the top of Cerro Calvario, or Calvary Hill. Close to the centre of town it’s approximately a 30 minute walk up the steep hill.  The steps make it a little more comfortable but it’s steep nonetheless.  The views at the top are extraordinary!  In front of you lies Lake Titicaca in all of her splendour and glory!

Calvary Hill views.

Blessing of the cars.

It’s impossible to escape the imposing Moorish-style Church of the Virgin of Copacabana.  It’s one of the most important and visited churches in Bolivia, its construction having been started in 1601. Some days, and particularly weekends, are devoted to the
Bendicion de Movilidades‘, where people go to bless their cars.  It truly is a sight to behold!  Each day cars jam the cobble stoned streets, decked out like children awaiting baptism, and a priest walks around sprinkling water on them. Once the ritual is complete the owners crack open a bottle of champers and head down the road with a renewed sense of well being. Given the country’s crazy traffic and cliff-hugging roads, its understandable that some may want to seek divine intervention!

Virgin of Copacabana church.
Chani Islands.

One of my favourite spots was the Horca del Inca, a pre-Inca astronomical observatory built in the 14th century. Visited by very few tourists, it’s a climb that requires both decent fitness and shoes, but oh what a view!

We also visited the floating islands of Chani, very close to the town centre.  Not nearly as big or as touristy as those in Puno, on the Peruvian side of the lake, they were still pretty and worth a look see. Surrounded by some pretty high rocks, we scrambled up some of them for yet some more rewarding views.  the locals make a living here by feeding the locals fresh fish direct from the source!

A world with a  view, Chani Islands.
With the Uruguayan travellers.

Another day was spent walking along the shore of the lake and chatting to the locals as well as the ‘foreigners’ who had come across the border from Peru.  We also met a Uruguayan couple travelling South America in their little car.  Love these moments.

We had had so much fun in Bolivia! An amazing country with so much to offer, the highlight was the many amazing people we had met and shared good times with.  It’s hard to believe that we had spent almost two months here.  The next country awaited us.  Peru … are you ready for us!!!

Ombi

Peru … here we come!

“Live each day as if your life had just begun.” – Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Next:  Peru … the whirlwind tour!

Bolivian street art.

Island of the Sun.

With Paula on Island of the Sun.

Island of the Sun.

Being offered beer by the locals.

Travelling the world.

Life is for living!

The highest navigable lake on Earth.

Festivities in Copacabana.

The festivities continue …

Nature.

Blessing of the cars.

The Fountain of Youth, Island of the Sun.

Cholitas, Virgin of Copacabana church.

Travelling with my soul mate.

Bolivian pride.

Chulumani … another hidden gem.

On the road to Chulumani.

The road to Chulumani was bumpy, very bumpy!  But we were excited; a place I had not been to before and we had heard so many good things about it … primarily that it was not touristy.  Let’s go! The four hour ride presented us with some spectacular views and scenery and although not the Death Road, there were still some bits where it was quite narrow and the sheer drops, quite literally, took our breath away.

Out and about in Chulumani.
Alex and Javier … “nos prestamos plata”.

Upon our arrival, we could see that it was a quaint little place.  Mostly indigenous folk, not that big, a Chulumani.  Apart from the fact that the rooms were gorgeous and comfortable, the place surrounded by foliage and birds, and that it had a swimming pool and felt like a retreat … the owner absolutely made it!  Javier, originally from La Paz, was beyond knowledgeable about the area and with his effervescent personality and desire to show and tell us what to do and see we had an absolute blast and ended up staying there for over a week.  I loved the fact that until the last day we were the only gringos in the ‘hood!  Days were spent exploring, yeh and sometimes even just relaxing by the poolside, and nights were spent deep in conversation with  Javier who has since become a great friend … as he likes to say “nos prestamos plata” (“we now lend each other money”, which he says only happens between really good friends).  Having lived in the States, he also has excellent English.  Javier lives in this gorgeous place with his equally gorgeous daughter, Lupita, who besides going to high school, also helped out around the hostel. Lupita … bright, excellent English, smart and a conversationalist … we loved you! If only 1% of the worldwide teenage population could be like you.  And to boot and excellent violinist!
central plaza and lots of unpaved dusty roads.  Had we just hit the Wild West?  It instantly had that homely, ‘welcome home’ vibe about it.  We asked around for accommodation (the places to stay can be counted on half a hand and struggling) and ended up at Country House.

The way to chill out at Countryhouse Chulumani.

A house with a (breathtaking!) view.

Chill out time.
Rural town life.

We went on some great walks and saw some amazing things.  The only foreigners around, the spotlight was often on us, but the people were really helpful and chatty.  We chatted to lots of locals who were more than willing to tell their stories as well as invite us into their humble homes.  There is no price one can place on this. We visited many little towns and one of my favourites was Chicaloma. This tiny place is home to many of Bolivia’s Afro-Bolivian population. The thing that really blew me away was to see some of the women dressed up in indigenous garb.  I was used to seeing indigenous people in these clothes, not black people! Ocobaya was another tiny but pleasant spot as was Irupana, where we found organic coffee and people drying their coca leaves on the road.

This is the way you dry your coca leaves.

Being invited into the home of some locals.
Alex showing Lupita how to make patacones.

The real beauty and intrigue of the entire area was to simply ‘be’ … to walk, to breathe in the country air, to take in the spectacular scenery, to talk to the locals, to absorb the culture, and to spend some truly amazing time with Javier and Lupita.

Lupita is a truly talented young lady and is part of the Chulumani Symphonic Orchestra, a group of young and talented musicians who gather weekly and practice.  Despite the fact that the teacher comes all the way from La Paz weekly and that the local council has tried to make their existence difficult (I will not get into the politics here) they all continue to get together and play their instruments. Alex and I went to visit the group and chatted to them about the importance of believing in themselves and following their dreams.  Dreams only come true when you believe in them! There is nothing quite like inspiring young people to be positive, to try and achieve their best and most of all push forward with vigour in the face of adversity. It was great to spend a couple of hours with them.  This culminated in a ‘performance’ for us that simply blew us away!  We were touched to tears! I hope that in years to come these kids will look back and think … we met two people who believed in us!

Some kids from the orchestra.

With the Chulumani Symphonic Orchestra.

With the Chulumani Symphonic Orchestra; Lupita far left.

With Lupita and Javier.

And as so happens on our travels, it was time to leave and move on.  This time, however, with a somewhat heavy heart.  Javier, Lupita and Country House Chulumani had made an enormous impact on us.  Would we see these people again?  Yes, I think we will!  Lots of hugs all around, tears in my eyes, and with a heart full of gratitude and joy we were off on our next adventure!

As we walked away from the hostel, I looked back at the waving Javier and Lupita and, with teras in my eyes, blew them kisses.  This is why I travel … THIS is why I travel!

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With Javier, Lupita and Vaughn (the only other tourist we saw in the week).

Goodbye Countryhouse.

I will miss you Javier!

“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” – Marcel Proust

Dedication: To our ‘charming gardeners’. Javier and Lupita’ you are the charming gardeners who allowed our souls to blossom. You made us happy and you became our friends! We will never forget you both and this spectacular part of our journey.  Friends forever!  You are always welcome to visit us and stay with us in Australia.  When our journey is done and dusted, it is people like you that leave a footprint on our hearts.  Those footprints will always remain! We thank you profoundly!

Dedicatoria: A nuestros ‘jardineros encantadores’. Javier y Lupita ustedes son los jardineros encantadores que permitieron que nuestras almas florezcan. Nos hiciste feliz y se convirtieron en nuestros amigos! Nunca olvidaremos a los dos y esta parte espectacular de nuestro viaje. Amigos para siempre! Siempre estarán bienvenidos visitarnos y quedarse con nosotros en Australia. Cuando el viaje  esta terminado es la gente como usted que dejan una huella en nuestros corazones. Estas huellas permaneceran siempre!  Te agradecemos profundamente!

Next:  Copacabana and Lake Titicaca.

A local on her walk.

Nature.

Amazing scenery.

Walks in off-the-beaten-track places.

Out and about.

Everyone deserves some rest time.

Ahhh, the tranquility.

Beauty … and no beast in sight!

“Long live the holy leaf”. (Coca)

Local life.

Yin and Yang … cultivation coca leaf style.

Farmers cultivating coca leaves.

The colours of Mother Nature.

Beauty and the Beast!

The Countryhouse dogs saying goodbye as we leave.

Chulumani … butterfly wonderland.

Drying coca leaves.

Up and down in La Paz!

Hello La Paz!

Oh La Paz … you’re high, you’re cold, you make walking around difficult, you have witches’ markets, good coffee, indigenous women wrestling, amazing museums, spectacular scenery and amazing markets! I could finish the blog here really!  Oh you do do delight, and the best part about you is really that you are just you and that simply walking around you is a delight!

Nuestra Senora de la Paz (Our Lady of Peace), or La Paz, as it’s more commonly known sits in a bowl surrounded by the high mountains of the altiplano and sits in elevations of between 3200 and 4100 metres above sea level. Although very cold at night, it’s not uncommon to be walking around in a t-shirt and pants during the day whilst looking out to the triple-peaked Illamani in the distance; always snow-covered and it can be seen from many parts of the city.

Illimani, La Paz’s guardian!

I was back!  I felt like I had found my long-lost sister. First things first … finding a place to stay. We arrived nice and early and it was indeed nice and cold.  I had forgotten how frenetic and full-on La Paz was, but I will confess to quite liking that vibe.  Although we headed for the centre and checked a few places out, we ended up at
Arthy’s Guesthouse.  Despite being on a very busy road, what lay behind the bright orange door which was its entrance was a veritable clean, cosy and tranquil oasis.  The owners were helpful and treated us like their family.  The kitchen was a winner.  I am not going to lie, I have not been overly impressed with Bolivia’s mostly fried-fare but the markets have some of the greatest variety I have seen anywhere in the world.

La Paz street art.

La Paz has grown and expanded over the years, and most certainly since I was here in 1999.  El Alto used to be the ‘slum-city’ that sat five kilometres away on the outskirts of La Paz.  The urban sprawl has grown so much that this once suburb of La Paz is now really just part of it.  It’s one of Bolivia’s largest and fastest-growing urban centres. It’s also the highest point of La Paz at a little over 4100 metres above sea level. The views from El Alto are breathtaking, needless to say! It has a very interesting history and past; populated largely by Aymara (Bolivia’s two biggest indigenous groups are the Aymara and Quechua) migrants from the surrounding Altiplano it was officially recognised as a separate municipality from La Paz in 1986.  It instantly became the fourth biggest, poorest and fastest growing city in Bolivia.  Along with this were included all the problems of a poor city that grows that fast! It actually has a bigger population than La Paz!

El Alto Sunday market.

Aerial transport, La Paz style.

La Paz has done something brilliantly.  It has created Mi Teleferico (My Cable Car), not as a tourist attraction but as an aerial cable car urban transit system.  It was actually planned in order to address a number of problems, the most prominent being a precarious public transport system that simply could not cope with user demands.  Built by an Austrian company, and opened only last year in 2014, there are currently three lines in operation and six more are in the planning stage. The first two lines, the Red and Yellow, connect La Paz with El Alto and blow-your-socks-off views are afforded.  As it’s not a tourist attraction (yet!) and a means of public transport, we had lots of fun using the various lines several times.  It was not just the views that blew our socks off but also the sheer size of La Paz which continues to grow like it’s on top-end baby formula!

El Alto Market … something for everyone!

Needless to say the cable car is how we got to El Alto’s famous Sunday market. Market?  It was a ‘suburb’ of street to street vendors selling everything from llama  foetuses to top-end Bose sound systems. You name it, they have it!   It was absolutely chockers and it just went on and on and on and on.  These once-poor-people have carved themselves out a decent income and good on them. It reached a point where it was just too hard to take it all in.  Without a doubt one of the biggest markets I have ever seen … and with a brilliant view of la Paz to boot! With its dusty streets and sweeping views, it looks like something out of a wild, wild west movie! Keep in mind that it’s the world’s most active ‘rebel’ city and the scene of frequent protests and crippling  strikes!

El Alto is also home to La Paz’s Lucha Libre or ‘Cholitas Wrestling‘ as it’s more commonly known and I can highly recommend it. Much more than entertainment and profits however, Cholita wrestling is a way for Bolivian women to prove their worth in a ‘man’s world’.  Having been abused, humiliated and discriminated against throughout history, the ring is one place where indigenous women can hold their head high, do their job with pride and be on equal footing with men!  You go girrrrrrls!!!!!!!

That’s the way gals!

This is both an absolutely hysterical as well as bizarre event where women in their indigenous attire go out and wrestle.  Locals and foreigners alike love it!  I don’t normally like to do ‘tacky’ things on the tourist trail, but I succumbed and we went.  Inspired by the USA’s World Wide Wrestling and Mexico’s lucha libre, this is really more about entertainment than skill.  Nobody gets hurt and I must say, good laughs are provided all around! There are a couple of different places that you can go to; we went to

La Paz, you were so much more than spectacular scenery, markets and dizzying heights!  Every nook and cranny was packed with culture, information and protests! The Mercado de Hecheria, or Witches’ Market, sells everything from herbal and folk remedies to toucan beaks! Interesting to walk around and watch the vendors doing rituals for everything from the purchase of a new house to getting rid of unwanted negative energy.

Llama foetuses anyime?

Or perhaps a potion of some description?

Charangos.

Plazas, churches, museums … La Paz abounds in all.  One of my absolute favourites, however, was the Museum of Musical Instruments.  This place has an exhaustive hands-on collection of unique musical instruments, including those that are specifically Andean.  It’s a must see for musicians and we lay-people alike. A private museum, it was founded in 1962 by famous Bolivian ‘charanguista’ and the inventor of many musical instruments, Ernesto Cavour. Every Saturday night the museum holds a concert, showcasing some of La Paz’s and often Bolivia’s most seasoned musicians.  The concert room is very small and the entry fee is around USD$3.50.  Anywhere else in the world this type of talent would cost a fortune! Underrated, understated!

What a collection of instruments.

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We were fortunate in that the night we visited, we saw the master himself!  What a truly talented man. His speciality, clearly, is the charango, a small Andean stringed instrument. Along with a couple of other artists, including Franz Valverde who played the muyu-muyu (like a guitar with strings on both sides!) and Rolando Encinas on the pan pipes, we were totally entertained over a couple of hours. The museum also happens to be on Calle Jaen, La Paz’s finest colonial street; cobblestoned and free of traffic, it’s like an oasis of tranquility in a chaotic city!

Of course we visited many markets and parks, but we also took some time to hang out and simply take in the La Paz life.  I have seen lots of changes in the 15 years since I was here last.  Without a doubt there is still a lot of poverty, bit this seems a world away from suburbs like Sopocachi which abounds in lovely restaurants and funky cafes.

Central Park .. a view ‘above’ the rest … La Paz.

La Paz by night.

La Paz has been described as chaotic, frenetic, dirty and dangerous, but we loved it!  It charged our batteries and with a renewed zest, we were ready to move on. Coroico is usually the next stop on the tourist trail, which is what I did in 1999, but I had heard that it had become super-touristy.  La Carretera de las Yungas, the road between La Paz and Coroico, is known as the most dangerous road in the world.  I know!  I did it! “It’s estimated that 200 to 300 people travelling on it die each year.  the thin road climbs jungle-clad mountains to a height of 4650 metres, winding and turning all the while with nauseatingly deep canyons below. Dozens of vehicles went off the road each year, and with vertical drops of up to 1000 metres over the edge , annual fatalities reached into the 100s”. No thanks, been there done that.  These days, it’s mostly used by cyclists on Death Road cycle tours. Fortunately, there is an alternative road to Coroico … some use it, some don’t.  I played Russian roulette on this road once and I was not going to do it again!  Some things in life are to be repeated and some just are not!

Rooftop view, La Paz

Soooooooo,  we looked at the map … and chose Chulumani close by … it would prove to be one of the best choices we made, and a South American highlight!

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“I have found that if you love life, life will love you back”. – Arthur Rubinstein

Next: Chulumani and Lake Titicaca.

Street art.

Around La Paz.

Cholitas.

Cars, buildings and protests, La Paz.

Out and about in La Paz.

A night of entertainment.

Jaen Street.

Bolivia’s sad past.

Artists draw it as it is! Or was!
Expanding La Paz.

Precarious living?

It’s a hot air balloon?  No, it’s a cable car!

La Paz … houses everywhere!

Cable cars run over the top of the entire city.

Evo … patria o ratria?

Cable cars, La Paz.

La Paz just keeps growing!

Women looking for justice.

Everything’s up for grabs at the El Alto market.

With our Swedish friends Sara and  Mark at Arthy’s Guesthouse.

Lucha Libre.

The La Paz shoe shine ninjas!

More street art.

Saying goodbye to Reuben at Arthy’s.
View of La Paz at the top of the cable car line.

Shopping at El Alto.

Fruit juice anyone?