Cuzco to Arequipa

I spent a day or two mucking around in Cuzco just catching up on sleep and planning my next move. I did a decent backup of my photos with a DVD burn and basically just pottered around the hostel with a few guys. I spotted the Aussied heading for my chicken joint which I had given them directions for so I tagged along with them. They were stoked with the value which was awesome. That night I met a couple of Kiwis in my dorm. Rowan and his girlfriend were from Christchurch and are on a 3 month trip before Rowan started work at Russell McVeagh in Wellington. I quizzed him about a few firms in Christchurch and we just yarned for a bit. The were doing the Inca Trail in a day or two with Peru Treks so I wished them luck and gave them a few hints. I took them the Italian restaurant I had been to several times with Max, which they were stoke

The next morning I decided it was well time to leave Cuzco so I booked a bus ticket for that night. It was an overnight ride so I went for semi cama with the best bus company given I would not be paying for a nights hostel etc. It was well worth it, the bus reminded me of those in Argentina which I did not expect. I had heard bad things about overnight buses so was pleasantly surprised by the hot meal and blankets etc. Superb!

Arriving in Arequipa was great. I had been given directions to the hostel by Sidsel, who i had previously met in Puno, and turned up around 8am to check into a comfortable dorm room. Sidsel would soon make and appearance and we would have a nice breakfast on the terrace roof top. Arequipa has an amazing backdrop with two large volcanoes, Misti and Amapoto around 6000m and higher. Misit is perfectly conical and impressive!

We figured out a plan of attack for the next day or two, which would involve a Colca Canyon trek at some stage, as well as a music festival in a few days time. Arequipa has some lovely architecture and a beautiful main Plaza de Armis. We did a walk down to the plaza through the pedestrian streets. We would bump into Lara and James from the Inca Trail trek which was nice. They pointed us the direction of the museum where the frozen mummy is located. It was an interesting tour and gave us a good idea of the landscape as well as the cultural aspects of the Peruvian society. Tourism doesn´t seem to really have fired up at this time of the year so we were often in bars with very few other gringos and the owners of the bars and restaurants were doing there best to drum up business. At one point a bar tender almost crashed through the doors literally running out of the bar to get to tourists walking down the alley, not wanting to be beaten to them by other operators!

We would make a few walks around the city to various view points and cheap lunch spots. The next morning we split up to do our own things as Sidsel did not want to pay the 30 soles to get into the Monasterio Santa Catalina. I thoroughly enjoyed my walk around the 600 year old monestary which is basically like a small citadel inside the city, with fortified walls and many streets, all named after Spanish towns. It took around 3 hours in total!

That night we decided to hit the bars new San Fransisco. After a meal at Istanbul, a nice Turkish place, we hit a total of 8 bars and night clubs. It was a pretty interesting night a whole lot of fun. One louge bar with couches and a terrific view over the city was one highlight, as was a Swedish pub with live music. We got back in around 5am, although we almost got mugged as a guy started to chase us near the hostel reaching into his jacket pocket for something!

We spent the next day hungover going around a music festival at various places in the city which was a bit of a let down. We made a trip to the bus station to buy our tickets and got the most dodgy taxi home, with no official plates and every surface spot welded, classic stuff.

Sidsel and I had organised our Colca Canyon trek, a 3 day 2 night affair with a group of around 15 other people. We has a pretty early start to kick things off, around 430, which turned out to be totally unnecessary given the days walking would only be a few hours and we had plenty of down time before and after lunch. I had my bread, banana and jam sammies ready to go for the 3 hour shuttle ride into the valley. We stopped at Chivay on the way to pay the entrance fee and pick up a couple of saltenas for breakfast. Our next major stop was the mirador cruz de condor. It is an absolute tourist mecca now with large buses and shuttled occupying every spare section of roadside. We were lucky enough to see 4 of these incredible birds fly over, some within pretty close distance. It reminded me of Singapore zoo where they have a condor show with the birds swooping over the crowd´s head!

We would start our trip from (NAME), a tiny little village with a plaza de armis (of course!) and not much else, although our lunch of alpaca steaks was pretty enjoyable. Our guide, Victor, was a young passionate 21 year old keen to learn more English and share his local knowledge so we struck it pretty lucky there. The first day´s walk was simply a downhill plod into the valley where we would stay at a very basic lodging for the night. We had amazing views of the canyon from above, looking down to the Oasis where we would spend the second night poolside and amongst lush trees. I was reminded of trekking in Nepal, with rocky tracks cut into the hillside above dusty valleys dotted with small villages. We would, like Nepal, have to give way to animals coming up the track servicing the needs of the villages.

The first night was enjoyable, with a few hands of German Rummy and an amazing sunset from the lawn and garden area. The rumours and stories of scorpions on the trek turned out to be true, with the girls discovering a small scorpion on the door frame of their lodging, although it is apparently not poisonous. We played with a small dog from the neighbouring property and got a pretty early night for a 5am start the next day.

It was a pretty reasonable plod to get the second day started, heading up to the second village (NAME) and a small but very interesting museum. From there, it was simply downhill to the Oasis! Stopping for views and photos on the way, we arrived at the Oasis a little after 1pm and settled in for the afternoon. The pool area was pretty awesome and tropical, albeit with pretty cold water. We passed the time in the afternoon playing some more Rummy and Arsehole. Now power at this place so a cosy candle lit dinner with the group before another early night. The shack I shared with the Brazilian chap was very basis, with bamboo walls barely offering any protection to the outside world with a thatched roof that would not hold back even a light shower. We had scorpions on the earth floor mincing around! Closing the door before bed was more of a psychological move given there were gaps in the walls big enough to walk though anyway.

People had been dreading the third morning because of the thought of a large climb back to the top of the valley. The guide suggested 3 hours although it looked like a pretty easy climb with many zig zags to the top so I knew it was really only going to take an hour and a half or something, being only a gain of around 800m or so. Pretty good guess, as the Brazilian, the young Russian chap and I pushed on to the top with only a break or two in a little over 1 hour 40 minutes. We had to wait for the rest of the group, which would be around an hour and a half more haha. The aussie lady, Geneane, managed to hire a donkey which bought her to the top in about 2 hours, leaving her partner to walk up by himself haha.

We returned to the plaza de armis and hung around for our much needed breakfast, which we did not have before leaving early that morning so that was well deserved. The ride back to Arequipa was pretty uneventful, broken up by a HUGE buffet lunch at Chivay with llama, alpaca and other meats and local dishes. We also went to the hot pools, which was a bit odd given it was like 35 degrees and the water was pushing that also. The Brazilian guy I was with managed to talk his way to a discount for half prices for us into the pools and even a discount for his buffet meal; if you don´t ask you don´t get I suppose.

That night I packed my bags and met up with the crew at the Istanbul restaurant again for drinks before heading to the bus stop to meet Sidsel. I decided that if I could change my ticket to the next day I would, allowing me to head back into Arequipa that night to party with the reset of the guys, which turned out to be a pretty entertaining evening. Not a late one but good enough for a laugh.

Prior to my bus that evening which I managed to change for free the previous nigh, I took it very easy, having a solid admin day in the internet cafe getting photos backed up, blog updated and my CV sorted also. Pretty productive but not a lot of fun really but needs to be done. I also got a copy of batman and watched that with a bag of bulk bin chips from the shop next door, which had become a bit of a popular cheap snack!

I made my way to the bus station around 730, to find a bit of food before the overnight trip. Some awesome chifa for only 4 soles (2nzd) with all the trimmings went down pretty well really, filling a gap before the bus. My last overnight bus ride!

Machu Pichu - 21 November

Bags packed and ready to go. I transferred all my surplus stuff into my trust blue feed sack and put it in the hostel storage room in preparation for a quick departure the following morning at 430! (or was it 530....really early in any event). The guide from Peru Treks turned up on time and we made our way to the bus down the road. The previous night I had purchased some buns, jam and bananas for my breakfast, not wanting to get ripped off in some tourist town later that morning.

The bus journey took us into Ollaytambo where we would stop for breakfast at a restaurant. Although I had already had my banana and jam sammies I couldn´t resist the fruit pancakes, adding to them with the yogurt I had bought the night before which was a nice touch. We all introduced ourselves to each other and headed back to the bus, most of us buying walking poles from various sellers downstairs, which were basically a broom handle with a bit of colourful fabric and a loop on the top, with a rubber foot. Pretty basic but with all the steps on the trail they would prove pretty useful. Back in the bus to make our final 20minute ride to kilometre 83 where the track starts.

Soon after packing our newly issued sleeping bags and bed mats we made our way to the check point. It was funny watching the Russian couple try and sort their two sleeping bags and bed mats out as they only had day bags and there was no way their bedding would fit in so they tried several ways to strap it on the outside haha. Just before the checkpoint we took a group photo, which was interrupted by a train arriving which was pretty exciting. We made our way through the checkpoint, having to stop to get our wet weather gear on due to the rain that was beginning to fall more constantly The rain wouldn´t last for long, as we made our way up the track to our first Inca site and a break for a bit of food and a yarn. It was obvious from the first morning that the walk would consist of short stints of walking followed by long breaks to allow the slower people to catch up. We would walk on ahead making good ground only to have a couple of unhealthy young New York doctors plodding slowing in the rear. No big drama as the walk would be a pretty relaxed affair and just chilled out.
At our first lunch we would also get a sense for the style of food we could expect for the next found days. Arriving at the camp to clapping porters standing around tents set up earlier that morning we were given orange juice and stools in the sun while the final preparations for lunch were done. Lunch was inside a communal tent with a large camp table with table cloth and cutlery setting. After the mandatory first course or soup, we were treated to trout, chicken, salad and other great stuff, with a selection of hot drinks to follow. Not a bad start to the culinary experience I had heard so much about from other people.

After lunch we had our first uphill section, with the guide letting us push on ahead while he followed up the rear. It was a nice walk with great mountain and valley views, ending at a bridge over a stream where we would wait for the rest of the group, which would be around 25 minutes! Some 20 minutes later we arrived at the first camp, set on a terraced area below crops and amongst a small village. Some of the chaps played soccer on a fairly rough pitch with overly enthusiastic porters etc, which I sat out due to my sore foot and not wanting to get injured on the first day! I shared a tent with Lisa from Germany, who turned out to be pretty decent company. We all got a pretty early night as the next morning, like all of the mornings, would be an early start.

We were awakened at around 530 with a hot cup of tea in our tents which was a nice touch. It is light by around 5am so we were already stirring when it arrived. The second day has a reputation of being the most difficult as it involves a long slog straight up to Dead Woman´s pass at 4300m or so. Some people had elected to get a porter for the rest of the trip, the thought of walking with gear was just too much after the first easy day. A Canadian park ranger was the first to take up the offer. We joked that perhaps he got around the park in a huge pickup rather than foot as he was struggling pretty badly! We would push on up the hill for several hours to stop at a large flat campsite for popcorn and snacks. We arrived around 40 minutes before the rest of the group and lay in the sun for a while before it got a bit cold. With all the groups lying around on this big section of grass with alpacas etc walking around it made for a nice sight, although the rest of the climb, and steepest section, was clearly visible and looked a bit daunting to some.

It was actually a pretty decent climb and once we found our rhythms we made good time to the top to join all the other groups. I started yarning to a couple of Aussie lads on an around the world ticket while we waited for the rest of our group. As per usual, the two doctors and the Canadian park ranger were in the rear, arriving over an hour after the rest of us, who had only taken an hour and a half or so to get to the top. After some group photos we only had to walk down an hour or so to camp, which we could make out deep in the valley below. It was our first decent downhill plod and would give us a taste of how hard the Inca steps are on the knees.

Arriving at camp to cold orange juice as great, and an hour or so later we would have popcorn and biscuits and a general introduction to all our porters, cooks and guides. It was nice little ceremony and gave us an insight into the lives of the porters and how much work they do and the hardship they face. One guy, old mike as he become known, was 62 years old and still slogs along carrying 25kg (the max weight). We just pottered around camp sleeping and reading before dinner was served. We would all get a pretty early night as the third day is the longest and would require another 5am early start!

We had a pretty steep climb to start the third day but we would stop often to look at many inca sites along the way. At the top of the climb we performed a ceremony to Patchamama the god of the earth for good weather and a general thanks I guess. It was a pretty interesting little ceremony and gave us all an insight into the beliefs of the local people.

After the ceremony it was pretty much flat to our lunch spot. We would first stop at the largest inca site we had seen so far which was immediately across the valley. It was an awesome site with a heap of rooms to visit and lots of information from the guide. Lunch was a pretty awesome affair once again, although I fell asleep in the sun afterwards and really struggled to get going again after lunch. We were all pretty tired after several early starts and the sun was really baking! At least the walk to the next rest stop was flat and pretty interesting, leading through inca tunnels and high above the valleys below. We all met up again at another campsite looking down on the town of Aguas Calientes from high above. Machu Pichu was pointed out to us in the distnce, although we couldn´t see the village from this angle. The final camp was down in the valley, which was several hours below and after another couple of interesting inca sites.

The camp was pretty awesome, although confusing as hell. Perched on a hillside on several terraces it was pretty easy to take the wrong turn and end up on a different level, which happened a couple of times. I resisted the urge to hit the restaurant on site to have a hot meal or shower, not really seeing the point in it. I caught up with the Aussie guys and took photos of the awesome sunset. After dinner we would be treated to a massive cake the chef has prepared in a saucepan, more like a hot pudding with icing. It was truly excellent! We would then have to sort out tips etc which is always a pretty difficult thing to sort out. That out the way and the show of appreciation by the porters seemed to be pretty genuine which was nice.

Another early night as we would be getting up around 430 to get a early start on the track first thing the next morning. The next morning we only got a pancake, the porters seemed pretty keen to get back down to town to spend their tips so we were left pretty hungry and with no lunch pack that the other groups through the same company got. We were the last group to get to the checkpoint and to the Sungate which was a bit frustrating. However, the view from the Sungate was absolutely nothing as the fog was thick and intent on not clearing for us while we waited. We pushed on down towards the main Machu Pichu village, stopping at several other sites. We were briefly treated to a glimpse of the village in the distance through the clouds which renewed all our hopes for a good view later that day. It was an amazing site to see the village perched atop a narrow hill with mountains surrounding on several sides and deep drops on others.

When we arrived at Machu Pichu at the famous guard tower site where many post card shots are taken there was no view whatsoever and people just standing around waiting for the fog to clear. I was frustrated and impatient because people were just standing around and I wanted to get inside to get a ticket to climb Huyana Pichu later that day and tickets are limited to 400 per day. I managed to convince our guide to let the assistant guide take me down to the park entrance to store my large pack (no packs can go into the site) and then rush to the start of the climb to get the ticket. I got number 360 odd so was pretty stoked.

I went back to the entrance and waited for ages for the rest of the group to make their way down from the top. It was pretty late before everyone got down and after the scheduled 9am start of our 2 hour tour so that was a bit frustrating given I had to start the walk up between 11 and 1. The tour was very interesting although I felt sorry for our guide because everyone was pretty darn tired and lacked the attention he deserved. Never the less we all learnt a lot and got a good insight into the ruins. The weather had cleared up perfectly and was sunny and bright which was a massive relief.
I headed up Huyana Potosi which turned out to be a real slog and incredibly steep with ropes and wire most of the way up to cling onto. The views from the top were certainly worth it with Machu Pichu sitting far below in valley giving a tremendous perspective to how it fits into the landscape. The way down way was pretty hairy in parts, with lots of very steep steps which were barely deep enough to take a foot placed sideways. One chap had pretty much lost it and was making his way down with the help of other chaps with a large line forming behind him. We eventually got passed and started a quick decent. It was apparent that the large police presence up top was largely to help old people back down who had underestimated how steep it actually was...not the best job.

I walked around the site for a few more hours before heading back down on the bus to Aguas Calientes. I refused to buy water or food at the site given the truly overhiked prices. A bottle of water that cost 1 sole in town cost 10 there and a small sammie was 20!! So terrible, so I decided to wait until our group lunch down town.

I got down with plenty of time and didn´t miss much of lunch. The pizzas were like 25 soles, which is also very expensive but no real alternative and it was nice to share a final lunch with the group and sort out a tip for the guide. We had several hours to get to the 6pm train so I backed up my photos and kicked around the town which was touristy as hell but had the interesting feature of the train running through the middle of it. The train was a pretty darn comfortable ride to Ollyantambo, where we would transfer to a bus back to Cuzco. On the bus I yarned to the Aussie chap which was good fun and passed the time well. It certainly was a long day arriving back at 10pm after gettting up at 4. Glad to have finished it and able to relax in Cuzxo once again.

Cuzco - First Tastes

Well it has to be said, I got screwed with the bus ticket to Cuzco... I bought it through the travel agent chap at the hotel thinking that it would be worth paying a little more for the ease of not having to go back to the bus station that afternoon. It turned out that the 25 I paid was almost double of the 13 that the ticket actually cost. A lesson to be learned I guess.

Arriving in Cuzco some 6 hours later was certainly a great relief as the bus was full of Peruvian school kids with smell feet and no doubt lack of showers for several days which was pretty darn unpleasant. I had met an Aussie couple on the bus so I joined them in a taxi to the central plaza, from where we would look at the Point Hostel, which they had been recommended by a friend. We first stopped in at a burger joint, for the Aussies to get something to eat and for me to experience just how much more expensive Cuzco is, after all, it is the tourist capital of Peru (and perhaps South America). It was obvious that one could not even walk 50m without be hassled by tourist touts etc, selling everything from Maachu Pichu tours, massages and free drinks at bars!

The Point Hostel turned out to be pretty darn awesome. Rather expensive at 25 soles but a great location. The three of us checked in their and I headed out to get some lunch that was not horrific burger joint prices, finding something for less than half the price.

That evening was a great introduction to the nightlife of Cuzco. After a few drinks in the hostel bar a group of us headed into the main square to face all the bar touts trying to get us into their venue. It actually worked out pretty well, bar hopping to several places, dancing on the bar, drinking lots of booze and not paying a cent the entire night. With free drinks vouchers thrust in one´s face every time one leaves one bar, it is easy enough to just keep on moving around drinking all night! The Aussie chap got totally smashed and we found him standing in a alley way looking in total despair! When asked what the problem was he admitted he had given 100soles to some random guy (not sure whey he did that....) and the chap had legged it. We tried not to laugh too much but it was pretty darn funny!

The next day I bumped into my french pal max in the square and headed up to the Christo statute and ruins called sexywomen (but spelt in a different way haha). Pretty awesome views of the city and surrounding areas. Cuzco is actually in a pretty rural area set amongst the hillsides. We found a cheap lunch places near my hostel and then made plans to meet up later that evening for a meal.

I had a low key afternoon, feeling a bit crook. I had to pay the rest of my tour cost so found a bank and took out USD to fix that up. All done, I found an awesome chicken joint, for only 650 soles (like 325nz) i had quarter of a chicken, soup, salad and chips...amazing deal! I enjoyed it plenty cause I was so hungry from a light lunch..despite the fact I had dinner with max in a few hours.

Dinner was awesome, a fabulous Italian place for 10soles with superb service, nice decor and excellent food. Probably one of the best value meals I have had, all things considered. We then found a bar, one which had been thrust in our face a little earlier, to have a cairprioska and a good yarn, before deciding to head to the Up Town club to kick off a night of partying. I only had my jeans and jandals on as I had not intended to go out, but once ending up at the Up Town Bar things changed, and max and I got stuck into some dancing. Max was pretty enthusiastic about having a big night and it rubbed off on me, which was great. After heading to Mama Africa's for a few hours of drinking and carrying on, I decided to pull the pin at around 230, so as not to aggravate my cold.

The next day I woke feeling pretty crap and didn´t really even venture a block past the hostel all day. I spent several hours trying to get the dvd player to work but with shitty scratched dvs and no remote it was impossible! I did some reading and really nothing much else. I got hammered by a Swiss guy in chess and had a meal of popcorn for dinner haha.

Today I felt a little better. After a nice long lunch and a movie on cable I headed out to lunch with a couple of chaps. They warned me in advance that the place was run by a crazy gay chap who was pretty wild. From the moment we sat down we were in for a bit of a shock. They guy came out of the kitchen licking his fingers and making wanking gestures towards us. He walked up to one of the guys thrusting his wet fingers in the chaps face saying ´have smell, my special smell´ and all sorts of rude comments. He kept massaging and poking the guy and later us and saying menu items were small or big like our cocks and calling us ´pommy bitch´ or ´kiwi bitch´ and all sorts of stuff. Pretty funny. When the guys got their fruit salad with condensed milk on it they couldn´t bear to eat it given they thought it was the chefs special sauce, and the crazy guy didn´t try to dissuade them of that idea, making licking and wanking gestures again.
I would have enjoyed the meal if the bill did not include an orange juice for 7soles (which I thought was included) where most places only charge 2 or 3, and I have been to places where only 1.50. Oh well, had to pay it.

Time to get ready for the Inca trail tomorrow! Bags to pack and colds to get over!

La Paz to Puno

Leaving La Paz was a bit sad really. I had really begun to feel at home after a around 7 nights at el solario hostel and quite a bit of relaxing around the city. I had even got to know some of the local business owners, especially the juice ladies and the awesome Internet cafe around the corner. The lady at the Internet cafe appreciated my business so much she would bring me free cokes to the computer as I tapped out my blog etc.

I had planned to stay several nights after returning from Huyana Potosi but the weather had started to pack it in so after a bit of souvenirs shopping I headed out to the Cemetery Bus Station to get a bus to Copacabana. The bus was cheap as, only 15BLV (4 NZD) for the 4 or 5 hour trip. We had awesome views of the mountain range to the north, which include Huyana Potosi and others. At one point we had to get out of the bus and board a small ferry across a narrow section of Lago Titakaka, the boat taking a separate barge over. The barges can only take on bus and make their way slowly over the lake with a small outboard motor and a large stick.

Copacabana is a pretty nice little town, although terribly touristy. I did a few laps of the main streets and enjoyed a very thick creamy hot chocolate at some hippy hotel, which required a spoon to drink/eat! One bad thing about Copacabana is the extremely high price of Internet, some 12 BLV, which is 4 times the price of La Paz. Although I found some for a bit cheaper, they were all pretty rubbish!

I pottered around the town for the rest of the afternoon, having found a reasonable hotel with double bed and private bathroom. My sole reason for going to Copacabana was to make a trip over to Isla de Sol, which is supposed to be absolutely superb. I booked a ticket to Isla de Sol for the following morning and found some cheap place to eat. A large electrical storm struck the town later that evening while I was walking around, which was pretty dramatic, cutting the power to the church and a few other areas in town.

The following morning I headed down to the wharf to get my boat over to Isla de Sol, stopping several times to get food and lunch supplies for the trip. I met some awesome people down at the lake shore waiting for the same boat, one Canadian chap was particularly interesting and typically enthusiastic about life. He owned a kayak company in Canada and travels for much of the year. He was likely going to stay a night at the southern end of the island so we decided to do the walk over the island together, along with a couple from San Fransisco.

Arriving at Isla de Sol, we were instantly blown away by how beautiful the place was and I started to regret leaving all my stuff in my hotel room rather than in storage because I was unable to stay the night. I had no way of contacting the hotel so I really had to get back. Oh well, I made the most of the day and enjoyed the incredible scenery and tranquility the island had to offer. Walking around the island reminded me of cruising the bottom end of waiheke, with barely any vegetation and superb views of empty paddocks. I forgot to put sun screen on my neck and got horribly burnt. The boat was running late from the southern port so I hung around reading my book soaking up the gorgeous view. There wasn´t enough time to get out to the southern ruins although it didn´t seem that important given we could seem them from the boat on the way out.

The french chap I met on the bus to Copacabana was also on the boat with a classic jovial Argentinian sailor, so we all had a few laughs on the journey back to Copa. A couple and their young child were next to me and at one point we heard a light thump sound, followed by a few gasps from them. We realised that they had dropped their camera overboard!! They look shocked and their small child started to cry, perhaps the culprit haha.

We ended up visiting a reed island on the way back to copa, which didn´t suit an old german tourist that well given he had a bus to la paz booked and would eventually miss it! He wasn´t that happy but not much one can do.

Upon arriving back at Copa, the french chap and I went up the hill above the city with religious monuments etc, which afforeded a superb view of the city and the lake, although very tough to get up!

The french chap and I parted company early evening, although we had planned to meet up later for a dinner with Carol, a stunning reporter from Brasil. We had trucha, which is spanish for trout, at a restaurant for only 30 BLV, which is like 8NZD and it was superb! Their was some sort of celebration going on in the central plaza, with a pretty impressive fire works display and all.

I booked my bus ticket to Puno that night also, deciding to head off first thing in the morning and do a reed island tour the afternoon of arriving. I hadn´t realised that Puno wsa in Peru, so we would have to do a border crossing and money exchange given I had quite a heap of bolivianos left. We got off the bus at the Bolivia departure office and ran over the border to Peru in the rain, which was pretty classic.

Arriving in Puno was pretty interesting. I was met by a tout who offered a hotel for pretty cheap so I went with that option. When we got to the hotel he organised a reed island tour for me and a bus for the next day to Cuzco (which turned out to be almost double of what it would have cost to get it myself!!). I had a bit of time to kill before my 330 departure for the tour so I walked to the plaza to witness some for of town celebration and parade, and did some internet time.

The tour was a shambles! Four other gals from the hotel were coming along to the tour also, although were were not picked up until 4pm. When we finally arrived at the wharf we boarded the boat, but that did not leave until around 5 because they had trouble finding a captain, either that or they were waiting for a large group or school kids who would eventually board. At one stage I got off and changed my tour to the next day when there would actually be more than 1 hour of day light, although as they boat was pulling away the lady told me I could not change my bus, so the boat had to be called back near the wharf so I could run over the bow of several other boats to rejoin the girls.

The tour was actually pretty okay in the end. Although we didn´t get much light, the fading light then awesome sunset wsa pretty sensational and very dramatic. One doesn´t really need a great deal of time on the islands, as one island is pretty similar to the rest really. Pretty touristy but also pretty interesting. Apparently the reed island community has been there for over 1000 years floating around!

After getting back to shore and cleaning up at the hotel, I joined the girls for an awesome cheap Chifa meal. We then wandered around the main pedestrian plaza trying to find somewhere that served Irish coffee. We found a place that claimed to serve it, but when the guy ran over the road to get the proper glasses we doubted that he actually made one before! With no actual cream, the final creation was more like a cafe cortado with a lot of whisky! I got a Prisca in the end, thought it would be a safe option and it turned out to be pretty reasonable.

Back to the hotel to get ready for the next day of travel, the girls and I exchanged a few travel ideas and email addresses for a future meet ups in Peru.

Climbing Huyana Potosi - La Paz

My preparation to climb Huyana Potosi at 6088m had been pretty reasonable with plenty of time above 3500m. In fact, over the past few weeks in Bolivia I dont think I dropped below 3500m and had been as high as 5535m or so at Chacaltaya a few days earlier. My short bout of food poisoning soon after arriving in La Paz had completely passed and I was feeling strong to tackle the mountain!

I met up with Ryan Stirling, one of the Aussie chaps I met on the Death Road to discuss options for the trip as he too was dead keen. We met at the hostel and did a bit of a walk around, mainly me showing him the options I had investigated the night before. One of the options I had preferred was not open, which was a shame. However, we found a small operator that offered the same trip for the same price, with the benefit of being able to meet the guide, see all the equipment and run through all the options. The outfit also appeared to be more specialised and not just a tour operator running mountaineering trips. Ryan had another Australian friend who was keen to come along too, which would make a group of three with 2 guides, which is perfect given many girls fail to make it so her pulling out would not prevent Ryan and I heading up with the other guide.

We settled on the operator (NAME) and brought Kym back later that afternoon for the final approval. She was relaxed about everything and just happy to go alone. We paid the price, 140USD, after managing to negotiate the 2 nights accommodation included in the package, which was somehow slipped in in the last minute, much to our surprise. Everything sorted and everyone happy, we set off to get the last bits of gear before our 9am departure the following morning. Ryan and I both needed a pair of socks and some thermals, which proved to be rather hard to find. After walking up a steep hill of markets that absolutely reeked of piss, we checked out the electronics zone, which was near by. We also got a massive banana and mango juice with milk, my new favourite.

After some awesome Chinese and chifa ping restaurant, Ryan and I split and I headed for the markets to buy a thermal top. I finally found one for 15BLV, which basically was a super tight gay mid-rift exposing number made from the same material as ladies stockings, but it will have to do and probably better than nothing. I packed all my surplus gear into my trusty blue sack from Uyuni and hit the hay for an earlyish start.

Arriving at the company office in the morning, trying on my plastic boots with socks to get a proper idea of what they are like....pretty good really! Pretty exciting really, as large gear bags were being packed from the storage room and checklists ticked! I had all my gear with me and just needed the boots and pants, which I would take along anyway despite having my own, which I would likely use on the final day. The others showed up and we were underway. We jumped in the guides car and headed up the hill to Al Alto for a spot of breakfast before making our way towards Huyana Potosi up the same road I had travelled several days earlier to Chakatalya, although this time fortunately there was no road block!

The drive in to the first nights refugio was interesting enough, Kym sleeping her hangover off for most of the journey while Ryan and I yarned abit about the trip to come. The first refugio was nice enough, with a large entrance area for all our gear, a dining area and the sleeping quarters up stairs. We settled into a basic but nice lunch of cheese and ham sammies, with lots of cucumber and sauce. It was the firts time I had had sliced bread since being in south America so that was a bit of a taste of home haha. After lunch we got our gear ready for a session on the glacier practising ice work with crampons and ice axes. Ryan had the same top as me, so we sported those together for Kyms pleasure before suiting up heading out the door ready for an expedition. The 20 minute walk to the glacier was pretty spectacular, weaving our way through the lake at the head of the glacier to an area suitable for our afternoon session. While the practise was a good brush up on what I had done several years earlier on Ruapehu, I was surprised that there was no emphasis on self arresting and a lot on some technical ice climbing, which would not be part of the actual walk.

It became obvious that our second guide was a bit of a novas. First, he was unable to explain how to put my harness on properly, then he basically dropped our main guide from to top of the ice climbing section. The guide had climbed up with no protection but on they way down he must have just looped the rope around a bit of ice then down climbed, however the junior guide was pretty average and belaying, and lost control of the feeding and the guide ran backwards down the wall at an uncontrolled pace, the younger chap grabbing the rope at the last minute only to be thrown into the water at the foot of the wall, which did stop the guides fall haha. Another group from Huyana Potosi expeditions had arrived and were walking around waiting for the guide to set up. We heard a crash, and when we looked around the corner, one of the guys was brushing himself off after narrowly avoiding being hit by a huge bit of rock/ice that had fallen from the top of the wall! Lucky chap!

It had started to snow while were were climbing so it was a bit of a relief to head back to the hostel for a nice afternoon of reading and hot tea before an early dinner. We only had a few hours walk the following day, although our wake up time was still pretty early. After our soup, we were served a nice meal of rice and lomo and hot drinks. Perfect!

The second day would involve a 2 or 3 hour walk up to our high camp on the hill at around 5100m. Not a long walk but it would be pretty tough carrying all our gear, including our plastics in our packs, as well as crampons and ice axes. After about an hour, it was obvious that Kym was struggling. She announced that she had vomited and her head was spinning, and we hadn't even begun the significant climb up the hill! Not cool, but at least he had made the right call to get two guides. I suppose that is a risk of going with people one is complete unfamiliar with. About half way up the final steep section, Kym through in the towel...however the guides offered to carry her gear up the hill for 70BLV, which basically meant the junior chap strapping her pack onto the back of his! It looked pretty darn heavy but he managed well. Kym made it to the top just fine with no pack and contemplated making and attempt the next morning with the junior guide.

We arrived at the rock refugio, slightly below another refugio perched atop the glacier. It certainly was a dramatic setting and we enjoyed soaking up the views of the valley below and what lay ahead of us above. The weather wasn't perfectly clear so we wouldn't get to see the top of the mountain until early the next morning but we enjoyed the views none the less. We had plenty of time to kill given the walk was short as, so I tucked myself into bed and got stuck into my book, John Grishams Innocent man, which I basically finished just before dinner time around 630. Given our 130 breakfast time, we were all pretty anxious to get into bed and to sleep. We were joined in the refugio by a Belgium gal and a Dutch chap, both on their own with a guide heading to the top, although they would not actually make it...The Belgium chick had a falling out with her guide and basically stormed back down the mountain with him in pursuit haha.

I didnt get much sleep at all, probably due to a combination of anticipation and altitude at 5135m. The Belgium gal was a bit pissed because the headlamp she had been given by her guide didnt work, leaving her with just a hand torch. I would end up giving her my head torch and borrowing Kyms, as she had a spare. We awoke at 1am and made our way down stairs to the kitchen for some breakfast around 130, ahead our our guides haha. It was a simple breakfast of buns and jam with warm tea, nothing too heavy. I gave my headlamp to the Belgium gal and we all kitted up and took a few photos before making out way out into the darkness. It was snowing slightly as we made our way over the rocks to a point where we could don the crampons and make our way up the face of the glacier.

It was a slightly more challenging walk than I had expected, in some ways at least. It was incredible walking under just the light of the moon, looking back into the dark valley to see headlamps following us up the mountain...just like a real expedition haha. We had to jump crevasses many meters deep and cross very steep sections of compacted snow and ice. At one point I slipped and had to self arrest. As I was roped in at the back I pulled the rope tight in front, pulling the guide and Ryan to the ground. I was so exhausted I didnt call falling or anything but was lucky enough to have the ability to self arrest and climb back up, something I had picked up from the Ruapehu course. We plodded on as the morning grew lighter under thick clouds, although we did see the summit in the distance with some headlamps on the top.

As we approached the final hour and the final section to the summit, things started to get more technical. Lots of crevasses to jump and many steep sections of loose rock and ice to climb. We passed the group coming down, who looked absolutely wrecked!! It was like a scene from an Everest climbing movie where climbers coming down from the top plod down like automaton, totally spent of all energy. It was a weird sight indeed. We plodded on up and the weather began to clear as we reached the final few metres approaching the summit. I felt a bit sorry for the other group who were sitting atop the mountain in darkness with their headlamps and no sunrise, but at the same time was totally stoked that we were up there with good views towards the west and lake Titakaka. It was an awesome feeling and totally worth the effort. We sat around a bit, perched on the narrow knife-edge summit ridge while we snapped photos of each other and the surrounding area! We left around 640, which meant we only took around 4 hours to get up, which is pretty darn good as the initial estimates were 5 to 6 hours.

After a few minutes we headed down. I went to put my gloves in my bag, only to find that the entire zip and top section of the bag had frozen solid and I had to beat it open and struggle with the stiff ice covered zips. We eventually started to head down, this time I was in the lead the guide and Ryan behind. It was a bit un-nerving leading the way down the steep section, with tension on the rope from behind making things even more difficult. Winding down several cut back corners down the steep section, changing the hand on the ice axe with each turn to ensure it remained on the uphill side ready to arrest a fall. If walking up the rock faces with crampons was difficult, the trudge down was slightly harrowing! Getting to the bottom of the steep section brought relief and several needed breaks for photos and some snacks. Amazing ice fields lay before us, as did crevasses and icicles on the overhanging snow slopes. Wow!

We plodded on, with the fresh falling snow making walking very difficult as it balled up on crampons, necessitating a solid whack with the axe every few metres. We reached a steep section to cross, possibly where I fell earlier that morning, at which point the guide set up a belay point to catch us should either one of us slip sideways down hill! We didn´t need it luckily but it was good to know it was there and the guide identified the risk.

The walk back was incredibly tiring, with a great deal of sliding around with the sticky snow on the crampons. At one stage I felt like I was walking with large clogs or platform shoes. We eventually made it back to the refugio in around 2 and bit hours, stripping off the gear and hitting the bed straight away, giving Kym a bit of slide show of the trip. Kym had made it part way up before turing back. She told us that her guide was definately an amature (we found at later he was actually a cook trying to get experience) and had ended up to his arm pits in a cravase at one point haha. We only had around 30 minutes to get all our gear packed, have a cup of tea and biscuits and commence the down hill plod back to the base camp refugio. Still feeling pretty wrecked, I got my stuff together and began downhill section at a slow pace. It was only an hour or so down but, as is often the case, the last section dragged on a bit.

What an amazing trip! With only tiredness and a few crampon cuts in my over pants I was feeling pretty good. Back in La Paz the three of us enjoyed a Cuban lunch at a restaurant next to the tour office and made plans to meet up later to exchange photos. Ryan and I met up later that evening for dinner at the Chifa Ping before heading to James Bond...although I had underestimated my tiredness and fell asleep at parts!

Now to start planning the next climb near Arequipa

Death Road - The Worlds Most Dangerous Road

I decided to book the mountain bike ride of the World´s Most Dangerous Road through our hostel given they are 300 blv cheaper than the likes of gravity etc, despite Brendan Wrights´s warnings of them being a micky mouse outfit.

Things started well at breakfast, an aussie guy from the hostel joined me and another aussie staying at Loki was in the mix with a Swiss couple. A pretty standard breakfast although we did get ham and cheese toasted sandwiches, a first! We got all our gear and headed over the road to get into the van. No fancy sign writing for this outfit, just the hilux van with bikes on the room, an chillie bin of food and drink in the back and no first aid kit or rescue gear to be seen.

We headed out towards the start of the ride, only to be stopped the border check point by a cop who wanted money because of some minor indiscrepancy with the van´s rego. That issue resolved we pulled up in a gravel parking area a few hundred metres past the gravity and downhill madness crews setting up. The first 35 km are on the sealed road through amazing gorges and mountains, ending in a small town where an uphill section necessitates a short ride in the van to the downhill. Without incident and at speeds around 65km per hour we headed to where the old road, i.e, the Death Road, drops off. When we first saw it we even wondered if it was a road, resembling more of a metal driveway we get back home. Anyway, we jumped on the bikes for our 35km ish decent of the road, with drops as high as 800m or more at parts. Although most of the traffic takes the new road, we still had to be careful for oncoming cars. We passed a few other groups, demonstrating that anyone can do it as long as one goes slowing, their guide was in despair just with one hand on the bar just cruising. No major mishaps at all, just a tough ride on a road that doesn´t get my repair work and a bike which may as well not have had front suspension.

There were many crosses along they way showing where cars and buses had failed to take corners or simply had not enough room to get by each other... We only encountered several cars which meant we were able to make a pretty speedy decent.

We ended our ride at a odd little hostel tucked away in the bus, with a pool and a large buffet lunch with chicken, meat, corn and all the works. We were even provided with towels, soap and shampoo for a great hot shower, before good dip in a rather green pool and relaxing in sun loungers with a beer. Not a bad way to end what was actually a pretty scenic and tranquil ride.

We jumped back in the van and headed back towards they way we had just ridden. We all exchanged looks and wondered what was going on....were surely weren´t taking the death road when a new road had been built. The answer...yes, its a bit quicker haahah. One of the Aussie guys was packing himself, polling the rest of us how we felt. The Swiss simply said yeah, its more interesting this way hha. He nervously sat on the edge of his seat and crossed himself at every cross. We got some awesome video footage of the van scooting along the edge of the cliff and passing oncoming buses etc! It was probably more harrowing that the bike ride down, as we had no control over what was going on and had to just hold on for dear life!

The traffic in la paz was terrible. The hostel road was blocked by a car, and after tooting the van went around it only to discover the man in the drivers seat was totally boozed and had just comered out on the steering wheel. Classic bolivian styles!

With one of my planned La Paz tours out the way, it was time to relax for a day or two and organise a trek to Huyana Potosi.

La Paz - November 6th

What a difference La Paz is to the other more tranquil places I have been of late! It is the first major city since Buenos Aires and it certainly is a lot more hectic and on your toes! I got a taxi to the hostel with the girls from the Sucre Joy Rider. They had a hotel in mind but I had been recommended Hostel El Solario by a few chaps in Sucre, which turned out to be pretty reasonable. I decided to go for a single room for 35 blv rather than a dorm for 25, as 35 is still only about 9 kiwi and I get to lock all my stuff away and throw stuff around, as I plan to use La La Paz as a bit of a base.

I joined the girls at their hotel for a bit of a walk around and some breakfast at a spot they knew. It turned out to be pretty interesting and in the heart of the market area so it was a good introduction to La Paz markets. I left the girls to go and get air tickets to the jungle and went to investigate Huyani Potosi climbing prices for a few days times. It seems liked the price is around 125USD and many operators offering the same stuff but talking it up...enough wasting time so off to the city.

It was clear from the start that I was going to like the place, with lots of street food, Internet cafes and easy to talk around, although pretty darn busy. I walk the main road, 9 De Julio for a bit, stopping in on Gravity Bikes to see their Death Road prices, a whopping 600 blv but I guess they offer safety and the whole reputation deal. I had found a little city info book from the Loki Hostel which indicated that some great markets were on at Al Alto, which is up on the hill and affords great views of the city. I was putting it off given it seemed pretty hard to get to by collectivo (i had some random address written down from the hostel and an Internet cafe). As i was walking along some english chap was sticking his head into a taxi asking to go to Al Alto, but the drive refused. I approached the guy and said we could grab a collectivo and head up together, which suited us both. Simon, who looked like a cross between james blunt and chris martin, was a bit sketched out by the bus but it was a fun experience. It seemed to take ages, and a particular chap who looked pretty professionally dressed with a blazer over his arm had a pretty good go to get into both Simon and my pockets, which was interesting. I chatted to some locals and managed to get the right stop for us to get off.

Al Alto markets were pretty interesting, with a heap of people around and markets that seemed to go on for ever. At an orange stand, we got chatting to a local who was friendly enough, and told us both that the markets are muy peligoros (very dangerous) and making all sorts of stabbing and strangling gestures ahaha. Right, leave before dark! We strolled around for a few hours soaking up the huge number of shops and different distinct areas selling everything from car parts and whole cars, doors and windows, homewares, food and everything else you can imagine. Simon bought some bananas, leaving one in his back pocket, which didnt´last long haha. We got a huge bag of giant honey puff type things, an ice cream and a few other bits while walking around and taking photos of the view looking down to the city. When we decided to head off, we went to the main road and waited for a collectivo, which took ages to come. A chap at a small stand tried to flag some down but the little vans and mini buses were very full, despite some people managing to cram about 10 people into a small Mike Perkins size van (personal joke) with the sliding door still open! We started to walk down the hill through a sketch neighbourhood, but the guy called us back when a bus arrived...perfect!

That night I chilled out in front of the TV...getting up several times to vomit and crap due to bad food and perhaps altitude..not flash. I had a super early night and wrote the next day off as a simple sight seeing day. It was pretty decent really...heading around the commercial area, constitutional palace and courts and generally soaking up a different part of the city. Fried chicken for lunch for the first (and not last!) time and a bit of reading. I tried to find a climbing agency but didn´t get very far! Pretty low key night at the hostel really watching a movie and yarning to some kiwis and aussies.

The next morning I woke feeling pretty good so ran downstairs to see if I had enough time go get on a tour leaving in 30 minutes to Chacaltaya and Valle de Luna. I did, so paid my money and ran out the door to get some bread and jam for lunch. What a classic adventure of a day! We picked up the full van load of people and back up the hill to Al Alto, driving around for ages trying to find gasoline, driving past the same shops 3 times. We eventually found it an on the rush back to get to the mountain we had a crash, t-boning a taxi. Not much damage done but it did draw quite a crowd. We drove on some terrible road, arriving at a junction to Hyuani Potosi and Chacaltaya, where there was a political blockade, which rendered us helpless for around 2 hours. At times the convoy would move, only to be stopped again. The old German couple were having problems, the man was feeling pretty ill and was put in an ambulance at the border blockade, to return just as we were heading off, which surprised us given we though he was heading down. Eventually, after some music, dancing,watching llamas and watching an agreement being signed we headed off towards the mountain at a cracking pace.

The roads were terrible, steep drop offs and in poor condition even for a 4wd, let along a crappy little van. At 5435m, Chacaltaya is the 5th highest mountain in the world has the highest commercial ski field in the world, and we could feel the lack of oxygen. We got our jackets etc and headed on up to the top, which was 5545m, the second highest I have been after Nepal. We had some great views of Hyuani Potosi and other mountains before heading down. We met the German couple at the van as they did not go up. They looked absolutely awful! The lady was moaning and holding her head and had a spew bag ready to go. Half way down they chap couldn´t find his wallet so that caused more anguish for them. I got the feeling that this was the dya from hell and in the little van bumping down for several hours it was a big ask on their first day of travel.

I booked my down hill ride that evening, opting for the budget company at the hostel to save 300blv, as people had said you didn´t need all that flash gear that Gravity offer so that suited me. Brendan Wright had done the trip a year earlier and said it was pretty micky mouse so I made a point of actually selecting my bike that night so I didn´t get a total dud. I went up town and got a massive serving of chicken and chips from a food outlet. Bolivia is big on massive rotisserie stands with 20 odd chickens in them...you simply order how much you want and they cut it up with scissors and dump it in a bag, classic! It was so yummy and totally going to be my diet for the next week or so!

Sucre: 03-05 November

Back to the bus station in Potosi to board our bus destined for Sucre. The road between Potosi and Sucre was entirely sealed and in great conditions so the ride was comfortable and seemed to go pretty quickly. We were entertained by a chap selling little pottles of some magical cream similar to tiger balm, with all sorts of Spanish superlatives used to describe the little tub of goodness. He actually did pretty well from it too! We stopped at some border control and people thrust themselves out the window to buy bags of juice and other goods from the children below. New Zealand really could learn something from such commerical activism!

We had a little pamphlet for a hotel in Sucre associated with the Potosi hostel so we jumped in a taxi and trundled off there some 4 km away. Ben was looking into Spanish lessons and a homestay so I checked into a dorm while Ben left his stuff there so he could head off to his possible homestay place to check it out. We took a wander around the central plaza, dotted with buildings which all explain the UNESCO World Heritage Site status. We found a small cafe with an almuerzo, lunch of the day three course cheap option. It was surprisingly good value with soup, meat and rice and some yoghurt to finish. After lunch Ben headed off and I returned to the hostel to kill time on a horribly wet afternoon, action packed with perhaps the loudest thunder storm I had heard.

Sitting around the hostel wasn´t exactly exciting but I did get my photos updated and backed up to my hard drive so that was a bit of a bonus. I decided to head into town for a coffee at a renowned cafe, the Joy Rider, which is a Spanish/German setup which also runs mtb tours around the area. I pulled up a chair on a table on the mezzanine floor and got into my Spanish book. There were a few people on the table next to me having a few drinks and playing a dice game, which looked pretty fun. After a while, they invited me to join them, which I did in an instant. The game was actually pretty fun, combining luck and bluffing and a form of punishment for the looser at the end of the round. Their punishment was a decent smearing of sunscreen which they had bought and all disliked because of the smell, but it soon turned into finishing half ones drink!

We played the dice game for several hours and ordered some dinner. We also invited a girl who now occupied my old table to join us. Emily, from San Fransisco, was a photographer carrying around a 5D and 24-70 f2.8 as well as a power book; all pretty serious but her photos are pretty amazing. www.emilypolar.com My big steak never arrived and after I said to the waitress ´2 minutes or I don´t want it´ i headed down and cancelled it for good. I kept the side of fries and did not have to pay for them so it saved me 40 bolivianos, which is probably a good thing anyway!

I organised to meet Emily at following day for a trip around the nearby areas. After some talk we decided to jump a bus out to the seven cascades a bit out of town. It was a great little ride with all sorts of people getting on and off, some carrying live chicken and so on. We got off at the last stop in some small dirt road village and asked locals how to get to the cascades. They all just pointed into the valley which seemed to make sense. After quite a bit of descending and climbing rocks etc, it became apparent that were were probably in the wrong area. (Looking at a map a girl had in the hostel the following morning confirmed we did in fact have the wrong area.) Not to worry, it was a good little day out of the city and pretty enough.

We headed back into town and made our way towards the mirador in Recolleta, which is meant to afford great views of the city. We found a lovely cafe at the end of the strip of tourist stands and pulled up a sun lounger and our books. I flicked through Emily´s photos and finished a decent chunk of my book, as well as drinking one of the best iced cappachinos I have ever had! I vowed to return the next day for another, which I did!

That evening I caught up with Ben for a meal, which turned out to be at the local casino, but it was relatively cheap and pretty decent actually so we left happy. We decided to head back to the Joy Rider for a few drinks and to see who was there from the hostel. We ended up bumping into the same group from the night before, so we yarned with them for a few hours (until we were kicked out at closing time around 2am) and played a few more rounds of the dice game. We said our goodbyes and headed off to our respective hostels, tentatively arranging to meet the next day on the bus to La Paz.

The following morning I felt like doing pretty much nothing, so bought by bus ticket to La Paz from the bus station, did a few laps of the market streets and headed back up to the mirador for another iced coffee and a chunk of John Grisham. I met an Australian couple up there who had followed my recommendations to make the trip up. I headed back down to catch up with Ben, although he never showed so probably got held up somewhere. I finished off my city tour by heading to the supreme court and lovely parks nearby. Off to the bus station by taxi to get on my first long distance ride in Bolivia so not sure what to expect. Pretty sad to leave Sucre to be honest, as I could have spent another day or two just relaxing and chilling out. It has a great feel to the place and many good options for eating and drinking.

I had a pretty average bus waiting for me so I got my luggage on board by carrying it up several flights of stairs to the ticket office, where they weighed and tagged it before lowering it back down to the bus by a simple pully system. I met the girls from the previous two nights and boarded the bus. The heaters were already cranking and because I had the window seat the vent was right up my right leg, combined with the open window I would be in a state of hot/cold sweets the whole night!

We stopped at some random little truck stop setup for dinner and refreshments, although I had already packed a few empanadas etc. I did get a hamburger and cold chips though, which wasn´t that great but helped fill a gap. I managed to get some pretty decent sleep and nothing from my bag nicked so a pretty good night really. Bring on La Paz!!

Uyuni to Potosi: 01-03 November

Well, Ben and I had a good night chilling out in Uyuni and kicked the day off with a breakfast at the Cactus Hostel cafe. Earlier we has visited the bus stop to get a ticket to Potosi. We bumped into Angry Ross the Irishman, who had raved about a particular bus company and how well he had done to get a ticket to Sucre, 2 hours beyond Potosi, for 65 bolivianos. We thought this was pretty classic given we got our tickets to Potosi for 20 and a ticket from Potosi would likely only cost about 20 at the most, but he thought the bus was 'fucking grand' so he was happy.

The journey did not start well for me, with several ominous signs of a rough ride ahead. My tummy hadn't been feeling that good since waking up, and at the ATM a small fart provided more than I bargained for...so back to the hostel to sort myself out and unpack my diastop pills for a 6 hour bus ride ahead! The actual bus journey was pretty nice, with a surprisingly comfortable bus and great views of the country side as we made our way towards the world´s highest city.. About 3 hours in my stomach started to get pretty knarly with hard core cramps and lots of butt clenching going on to stop a disaster. The bus broke down at one point leaving us on a bridge yarning to a engineer on his way to Potosi for work, which gave us insights into all sorts of things like wages, cost of houses in Potosi and La Paz and all sorts. He gave us his phone number and invited us to come over for dinner (alhtough we later could not get in touch with him).. Angry Ross was classic, just looking at the bus saying 'what a fucking disaster' and when I said it was probably just a typical occurrence and would be fixed soon he just kept saying 'if it was simple it would be fixed, what a total disaster'. He had no water, no food or no medication for altitude and I resisted giving mine up because I can't stand unprepared people who just expect others to carry everything.

Nearing Potosi I was seriously considering getting the chap to pull over for a dump but Potosi was only half an hour away so I held on. Ben offered to get my bags from the roof upon arriving at the bus terminal (something I had already considered) so that I could run or at least hobble to the public toilet, assuming there was one. Getting off the bus I asked the engineer chap for directions to the toilets and gave my empanads to Ross, who was still asking for food but I wasn't exactly going to eat it! I grabbed a full roll of loo paper and made my way briskly over to the loo, paying my 50 cvts to the lady at the far end. It was a basic setup with small cubicles separated by rough wooden sides and doors. The first two doors I opened were occupied, nasty sight that, but the thrid was ready to go. No toilet seat, great, but I didn't have the energy to squat so just sat on the rim, nasty! I was reminded about a scene from an American Pie movie when the character Shit-Break had been given lots of laxative and had to run to the girls toilet, unleashing such fury that all the other occupants left in a hurry screaming. It wasn't the best 15 minutes of my life but with half a roll of paper used up and much Purell sanitation gel used on hands etc I was ready to go...but hang on, no flusher.....I had to leave the toilet in a horrile state and walk over to a barrel of water to get a bucket to flush the goods away . I did so, hoping that no one would go in while I was fetching the water haha.

Potosi was hustle and bustle, with lots of traffic, street vendors and general commotion. We got a taxi to the main square, from where we would find a hostel nearby. We asked the taxi driver and some tourists for recommendations and found a fantastic places in and old magestic building around the corner. It was odd to see that the streets surrounding the central square were fall of abogados, or lawyers, there literally must have been 40 or so just on the way to the hostel 2 blocks away. Sucre, which is only 2 hours away, is the constitutional capital of Bolivia and retains the highest court in the land, so I suppose there will be plenty of lawyers there also.

Upon checking in, a double was not much more than a dorm so we went for that and headed onto the streets to find stuff to do. The streets are narrow, barely wide enough for two cars and winding around the hillside. With views of Cerro Rico as the backdrop to the town, we pottered around found some tour agencies and generally got our bearings. I had to return to the hostel to have another episode, leaving Ben to explore. Ben would join me shortly to watch the Devils Miner, a docco about the history of the mine and a 14 year old who had been working in there for a few years. Such a horrible existence for such a small kid supporting the entire family which put me off going to the mines on a tour. The tours weren't going to be operated for several more days due to a local fiesta and bank holiday, but after watching the film I was less inclined to hang around and be a tourist in a mine that has killed 8 million people over the years.

Ben and I made our way around Potosi for a couple of days, heading up a mirador for a great view of the city and visiting markets for fresh fruit and roast chicken and chips. Our second night we watched the Motorcycle Dairies, which was a great film about Che Guevara and their adventures along Routa 40 in Argentina up to central america. We decided to head to Sucre on a night bus given we were both not keen on a mine tour and wanted to keep moving. We packed our bags and headed to the bus station. We got out of the taxi only to realise that there is a different terminal servicing the long distance routes, so we had to walk for quite a while. After all that we were unable to get tickets to Sucre until the following morning, which we booked and headed back out onto the road for a taxi or collectivo back to the hostel. We settled on a little collectivo bus which was soon full to the brim winding its way around the streets, seemingly further and further away from where we wanted to go. We managed to get off with our large packs through the 20 odd people crammed into the van and started to walk, asking for directions every now and again. We actually met some interesting characters on the way and got a good feeling for the city at night so it was quite a little adventure.

Upon checking back into the hostel we made a beeline into town for some cheap street food at hamburger stands and a small restaurant while meat on skewers with boiled spud etc, which was awesome. We again watched another movie and got an early night ready for our 9am bus the next day to Sucre.

Salar de Uyuni 3 day tour - October 29 to 31

We arrived in Uyuni late afternoon and made our way around several tour operators, one of whom gave us a ride from the bus stop to a hotel. I had a few names in my head of agencies that people had recommended by travellers. The hotel was nice enough with double rooms and showers etc. We settled on the agency attached to the hotel as it was a reasonable price of 525 bolivianos for the 3 days including sleeping bags and a nights accommodation in Uyuni, which was several hundred cheaper than that paid by people booking through Loci in La Paz haha.

We had an amazing bbq Asado meal of llama and creamed cheesy rice for dinner and did a bit of Internet. For some reason no Internet cafes allow usb connections and most are pretty slow. I walked out after a minute or two at one cafe and the guy fired up and wanted me to pay, it was pretty funny how angry he got. We purchased some sacks from the market to transfer some gear around as we had to share a large pack between two on the tour.

The next morning we all headed into the plaza for breakfast and a bit of shopping for supplementary food for the trip. We met Sarah at the tour office when we dropped our bags off; Sarah has arrived from La Paz and would be joining our group. Apparently the other 6 people to join us and another jeep were staying behind due to illness of one party member so we had a jeep for just the 5 of us which would prove to work out really well.

We set off with all the gear on the roof and us squeezed inside, making the first stop at the driver´s house to collect his wife and baby who would be with us for the trip as our cook. We were told that the jeep had an ipod adapter but the driver knew nothing about it so after we kicked up a fuss and told him to turn around he said we would go to the first stop, the cemetery of trains, we would make a short return trip to Uyuni to get the much needed cassette adapter for the stereo. With over 1200km of driving ahead, we certainly would need our own tunes! With the ipod adapter plugged in and tunes blaring, we headed toward the salar along with a convoy of other jeeps at full pace. Our first stop on the salar would be a museum and salt processing factory at Colchani where workers continue to take truck loads of salt into the processing rooms. Following the wet season in Jan and Feb, where the salar is 20 to 30cm in water, the evaporation of the water forms a layer of salt which is collected. The small town was pretty touristy but I did get a small salt rock crystal to help their cause.

We set off again for another 20 minutes or so onto the salar proper, where we would stop for our first attempt at a few tricky photos where one can make interesting effects with distance illusions, such as people holding other people in their hands, standing on coke cans and all that jazz. In the middle of the salar is the original salt hotel, which has now been closed for environmental reasons but still serves as a museum and lunch stop for some groups. We took a few photos and pushed on towards the Isla de los Pescados, or island of fish, which is a island in the middle of the salar covered in cacti as old as 1200 years and 12m high! All pretty interesting and incredibly scenic and odd to have and island covered in cacti and coral. We had lunch here and took more photos, some rather funny with Gary taking the lead with a bare ass shot and someone appearing to be defecated out much to the amusement of the other groups who were doing the standard shots. So far it had been an awesome day and we were all excited about heading off to our salt hotel for the night. We went via a cave which we could really have missed and saved the 10 bolivianos but it afford some nice views of the area.

The salt hotel was awesome and we were the only group to be staying there. We sorted out our beds and headed off towards the cliffs to get a better view of the sunset over the salar. We had a few beers as the sunset turned the sky a pretty red and yellow before heading back to the hotel for dinner. Being in Bolivia and the salar one easily looses track of the altitude, although I soon found out the hard way....(although it could have been bad food...). Drinking a few beers at 3800m is not the best way to acclimatise to a new height and I was pretty sick most of the night and was unable to hold down any food the next day. My lunch only lasted 30 seconds!

The second day involved quite a lot more driving but we saw some pretty interesting sights. From the salt hotel we would travel far south almost to the board or Chile near Lago Colorada. En route to Lago Colorada we would stop at Laguna Hedionda to see flamingos and to have lunch, before moving along to see the Arbol de Piedra, which is a rock tree (or the shape of a tree at least). I was feeling better that night and enjoyed a big plate of roast chicken after a long and very cold walk. I had perhaps the best sleep of the trip so far, all the way through to 430am when we were awaken for the final long day.

Day three is always regarded as the worst for the round trips from Uyuni as the jeep has to cover all the ground from the previous two days, which is some 12 hours in total. We started the day with a nice breakfast of pancakes and a swim at Termas de Polques hot spings after visiting the Solar de Manaña geyser basin. The geyser was a joke, not even a geyser as I know it from New Zealand, simply a pipe in the ground venting steam all the time without any other form of discharge! It was at 4850m and at 530 in the morning it was pretty cold. The hot springs were awesome, touristy as hell but a great dip before breakfast. After the hot pools we basically only had one more stop before a solid 8 hours drive to Uyuni, which was the Laguna Verde with Licancabur Volcano behind, which was pretty impressive. To this point we had followed an Asian chap around who had the full suit of cannon dslr gear (only a 20D but!) and a huge tripod which is girlfriend carried most of the time which was funny to most of us around. They didn´t swim or anything but looked like they were having fun with their photos all the same.

The drive back was boring but we had music and a few stops along the way and lunch inside a dairy in a small village, which was kinda weird. At our lunch spot we got talking to a german couple who had rented a brand new KTM 990 motorbike in Santiago who were touring around the Salar and Southern Bolivia, which was kinda interesting. They were certainly all kitted out and having a great time. We would later spot them at a small village along the road and toot to them. All and all a decent trip for a decent price. We all hung around Uyuni that night for trains and buses. Ben and I decided to stay on and get a bus to Potosi the next morning while Sarah boarded a night train to Villazon and Silvar and Gary both headed off to La Paz on the bus. We visited the bbq llama place again, although it got food poisoning and ended up pissing out my backside for the next day...see the next post.

Into Bolivia - 26 October

Later today we would be in Bolivia! We started the morning by heading back to the markets to see it in full swing, selling and bartering pottery, ceramics, wood and food stuffs. It was a very local market, with no other tourists there so it was interesting to see how the locals bargain for stuff. We were a bit early for all the serious meat but we did have some empanadas and fruit. After checking out, we headed towards the Bolivian boarder. The girls were looking forward to walking over the border bridge but were a bit disappointed to find that the bridge was not quite as romantic as they originally thought. We waited in line for ages until Ruth decided to approach an official to hurry the process along, and apparently he didn´t take his eyes off her breasts the whole time but it got us out of the line. I stood smugly in the line with three bags while people kept pushing in, but didn´t make a bit deal about it given shortly ruth would be back with the exit stamps and we would fly past them all! The Bolivian entry office was basic and easy. Ruth got told by the man the he loved her, classic! We headed up to the bus station to sort out our tickets to Tupiza, which is a few hours north and about half way to Uyuni. The bus station was nothing like I had experienced in South America so far, with crappy offices, painted signs and people shouting out destinations. The floors were covered in all sorts of cargo and other rubbish, no doubt destined for a bus like ours. The prices are so much cheaper than Argentina, costing only about $6 for a four hour trip. We settled on a bus and headed into town to kill a few hours. The food prices are so cheap, eating off the street for only a few dollars for empanadas, fruit and other good stuff. I also got by beard trimmed for a dollar or two which made my face a bit cooler. After a lot of tourist window shopping and several ice creams later, we boarded our crappy bus with just as many people standing as sitting.

The best way I can describe the ride was like sitting on a commercial washing machine full of rocks on spin cycle! It was so incredibly bumpy, noisy, and very hot! No doubt this will the first first of many of such trips. Surprisingly after a few hours it was fine, I even managed to get a bit of sleep at one stage. As we approached Tupiza the road became less of a road and more of a river bed, following, and crossing, the river several times over the course of an hour or so. The terrain as we entered Tupiza was mountainous and craggy, with huge red cliffs on all sides as we entered the basin. I had heard Tupiza was nestled in an amazing spot and was not disappointed.

After looking at various salt flat options and deciding not to get a tour from Tupiza because of the price, the girls decided to book their tickets for the next day to Potosi, as their time frame had also become a little pushed. We headed into town for a walk around at sunset, stumbling upon some dance performance at a school which was very entertaining. We found a chicken and chips joint for only 6 bolivianios, which is 1.50 NZ! I got a second plate cause I was so hungry and it was well cheap. I bumped into a chap, Ben, who I had randomly chatted to in a supermarket in Salta, who invited us up to his hostel to watch the Butch Cassady and the Sundance Kid. It seemed appropriate given these characters met their makers in the hills outside the Tupiza.

The next morning the girls and I visited the fruit market and then off to the bus station. I booked another night at the hostel and headed out to some canyons outside of town. I was going to walk but instead, after yarning to a lady at a fruit stand, jumped in a mini van for a single boliviano for the 6 km journey. I walked around a bit in the heat and headed back, stopping at a few other villages on the way. That afternoon I had organised with Ben and a few others to go horse riding around the canyons to the south of the town. We had a superb 3 hours around the canyons at sunset, for only 15 NZDs! After returning to Tupiza, I led the charge to an Asado, which served up a HUGE piece of steak and chirizo for only $6nzd. I had been saving my meat experiences to Bolivia where it is considerably cheaper than Argentina, and I was not disappointed. Whilst walking to the Internet cafe, I was accosted by the friendly ladies from the HI Hostel over the road where Ben and his mates were staying, and they convinced me to meet them in the plaza later to celebrate the girls birthday. Instead of going to the discotec, we headed up near the Christ statue for a bottle of pisco and lemonade, apparently away from the eys of the police. We drank for a few hours and tried to communicate in Spanish with some luck. It was very entertaining, especially with the cultural differences with Bolivian women drinking with men etc....

Because I didn't get all the photos of the amazing scenery at sunrise, I headed off to canyons again on foot in the morning sun. I had an awesome walk and covered some decent ground up and over the hills before my bus at 1030.

Ben, his mate Gary, and I jumped on the bus, along with a French chap Sylvain. The ride was incredible with views along numerous rivers, villages and mountains, at time reaching around 4200m. We stopped for lunch in a small local village where we got some strange meet, corn and potato, followed by and ice cream and then jelly and cream haha. The ride was some 6 hours all up into Uyuni and, as expected, we were accosted by tour touts right from the moment we got off the bus selling salt flat tours....see next post

Salta to Bolivia: 23 - 26 October

It has been a busy week since my last blog! I bussed from Cafayate to Salta on a pretty local bus, which seems to be more of a trend as I head north. Not complaining because the buses are still comfortable and a lot cheaper!

I met an American chap, Ken, on the bus while were having a stop at a small cafateria which had 1 peso empanadas and pizza (cheapest yet). He works for Nature Magazine in America and had a lot of good ideas about travelling North West Argentina. Shortly before arriving in Salta the bus broke down, but a mini van quickly arrived for us to transfer over to. We watched the luggage being pulled out of the holds onto the road before being loaded onto the roof. Neither Ken or I saw our bags on the road and were told they were already up on the roof, but we had our doubts. Our suspicions were confirmed when we arrived in Salta without our bags! We jumped back in the mini van with the driver and headed back to the bus to collect our bags, which were in a hold that had not been emptied.

Finally with our bags, Ken and I made our way around a few hostels settling for a nice one near San Martin park. I did a bit of hand washing and headed up the gondola with Ken to get a good view of the city. Salta is surprisingly large, but doesn´t really seem to have a lot to do, so we both checked out tickets for further north. I had planned to head up north before coming back down a bit half way to meet a connection to San Pedro de Atacama in Chile to start the salt flats. I decided to sleep on it because they needed a booking from Salta for buses that only run twice a week. I am increasingly weary or booking anything more than a day in advance given plans tend to change quite a lot. Ken and I did a circuit of the most significant buildings around Plaza 9 de Julio and got some money out at the ATM, which had a line the longest I have seen to get money out. We found a local burger joint for a sit down meal with the locals. Ken managed to almost put a toothpick through his lip as he bit into his burger!! We left and took some night shots of the Plaza.

Upon returning to the hostel, I met two girls from Canada who had come down from Bolivia. After talking to them for a bit and going down stairs to a nice ice cream palour, I decided against going to San Pedro de Atacama (given the bus ticket was 180 pesos) and instead fast track it up north and cross the border at La Quicas.

Ken and I headed off to the bus station the next morning for a bus up north. Ken was making his way up to far north to Humahuaca and make his way back down stopping at several towns. I decided I would go to Humahuaca too, but stopping several times en route as the towns didn´t seem to warrant any more than an hour. Upon board the bus, I met Ruth and Rhake, who I had met previously in Uruguay and more recently in Puerto Natalas. They were evidently still on the gringo trail heading up the border of Bolivia that day. I convinced them that there was plenty to see on the way so they joined me on my flying trip of the north west towards bolivia.

We said goodbye to Ken at Juyjuy, where the tree of us would transfer to a smaller bus to Pumamarca, which is famous for the moutain of seven colours. The buses really are getting cheap now, with the hour and a half journey costing only 6 pesos! I passed time on the bus talking to a local chap. Looking at him I knew he was either gay or a hairdresser (long nails, pony tail with pink clip etc), and it turned out he was indeed a hairdresser. I got some good conversation practice in and learned a few new words.

Arriving in Pumamarca was pretty amazing. It is a very small town but it sits below the mountain which has distinct bands of colours. Before setting off on our walks to various miradors, we figured out the bus time to the next town, Tilcara, which left in 2 hours. We decided to head to Tilcara en route to Humahuaca, to cover 4 towns in one day! The walk around Pumamarca was incredible, although very windy at times. The mountains were simply stunning and not many tourists around. We took all the photos we needed and stocked up on a bit of food for the next bus ride to Tilcara, which was only 2 pesos!

Tilcara is a pretty small sleepy town, which attracts more Argentinan tourists than foreigners. It is a well presented town with nice eating spots and cobbled streets. We only had an hour and a half before the next bus so we ran around eating llama empanadas and heading up the hills behind the town for a better view. Incredible thunder and lightening shook the entire village at times, although we were lucky it did not rain. Walking around the streets of Tilcara reminded me of Nepal, with narrow dirt tracks and small dirt shacks. A nice change from the big cities!

We again hit the minimercardo to get food for the bus ride and also dinner for the night. We decided to head to the HI Hostel upon arriving in Humahuaca, which is where I knew Ken would be. The hostel was ages from the bus stop as we walked through narrow dirt paths in the rural areas, full of stray dogs, donkeys and the odd local. We arrived and prepared dinner, later meeting Ken and a Saffa who was with him. The girls and I decided to head to Iruya the next day, which we had all heard (randomly from the same French couple I met at Puerte de Inca) was amazing and well worth the trip. To keep moving, we decided to get the morning bus out there, approximately three hours, spend a few hours there and then return that afternoon, to then board a bus to the border of Bolivia at La Quica - more than 9 hours on the bus.

The drive up to Iruya was incredible! It was the roughest bus ride I have been on to date, weaving its way through very rural country side, over streams and rivers and along banks with very high drop offs. The windy corners were so sharp that the outside wheel of the bus would barely complete each turn, probably flicking stones over the edge. We climbed up to 4000m before dropping down into the valley. Iruya came into sight, chiefly a large yellow church perched on the side of the hill above the river. Some stupid woman on the bus had a go at me (at least I think she was) for taking lots of photos out of the open window. She was pretty rude, at some stage on the journy climbing onto my seat and leaning out of my window to take photos, even though I had earlier helped her to open hers.

We were lucky enough to arrive on the day the town was celebrating the 250th year of the towns foundation, so there were a few ceremonies and speeches etc. The town comprises several steep streets to explore and cute kids running around. The people up north certainly look a lot more native and Bolivian than anyone we have seen in Argentina. We had lunch in a small hole in the wall place, in part to kill time before the bus which was in a few hours time. We tried llama stew, lamb stew and some more empanadas. Llama was pretty darn good really, and I am sure it won´t be the last time I eat it.

The ride back to Humahuaca was more dramatic than the way in, as the sun was not directly in our faces and the clouds were white and puffy, providing great photo ops. We arrived back in Humahuaca in time to book a bus for half an hours time, leaving us just enough time to run around the town for a few photos and to get some food for the 3 hour bus ride up to La Quica.

Our bus arrived half an hour late and we were told it was full, or at least no seats. We had to go so we boarded the bus and took positions on the floor! Fortunately, we would only be on the floor, or standing, for a hour or so until some people got off. We had been a bit worried about lack of accommodation in La Quica given an annual festival was on for the past 9 days, culminating in this weekend. After arriving at at around 1030, we found a couple of cheap rooms (in separate places due to demand) and settled in. We made a walk that night to the square to see what all the festivities were all about. The night life was pretty interesting, mainly one strip of food stalls and ´discos´ in corrugated iron shacks. We did a couple of laps, stopping for beer and sausages every now and again, and joined the other spectators watching the dancing (or lack of). Lot of young people walking around looking pretty wasted. We got propositioned by one old man who was off his face, asking if we liked to dance etc and if Ruth was my wife. We pretended we were to keep him away from Ruth, but he suggested the four of us have a sort of private dance party or something, as he did some crazy sexual ´car wash´spanking type dance. Rather funny!

The next morning we would return to see the bartering market in full swing before heading to Bolivia. I´m looking forward to getting to a new country!

Mendoza to Cafayete - October 15 to 22

After flying into Buenos Aires and spending a few days hobbling around the major attractions a second time with Susan for a few days, I decided it was time to get back into action and progress my trip. I have been looking forward to getting into Central and Northern Argentina and experiencing scenery that is totally different to New Zealand. While I really enjoyed Patagonia very much, the landscape of Mendoza and further north looks amazing with incredible contrasts of red rocks, green fields and blue skies.

My bus trip from BA could not have gone better. I opted for a semi cama bus to save on the pesos so wasn´t expecting a whole lot but I understood from the chap at the counter we would get fed so that was a bonus. We got a nice hot mean of mashed potatoe with a chicken melanase, salad and a few bread sticks, as well as coke and vino. The bus also screened a great move, Norbit, which is pretty much a Big Mammas House jobbie with Eddie Murphy playing a number of character, but it was in English and very entertaining. They beauty of traveling in off season is that even with a semi cama bus one is invariably guaranteed a free seat next adjacent (or one can simply change seats to achieve this) so sleeping is not that bad. I got a few hours sleep after the movie stopped and pulled into Mendoza around 1020.

After a little walking around in circles and asking taxi drivers for directions, I found the hostel close to the hostel and set about relaxing in the court yard area with a coffee. I met an Aussie couple and after a bit of talking and a very cold dip in the pool, I was joining them for a half day wine tour covering 2 vineyards, an olive oil factory and a chocolate factory. For 45 pesos (22 nzd) which is pretty good value considering the distance to the vineyards and the 4 hours we would spend out and about.

We first visted a very large vineyard, Wineret, completing a pretty extensive tour and a wine tasting. This vineyard had the 4th largest barrel in Argentina and the largest currently in use, some 445hlitres (44,000 litres) full of wine! We next visited a different style of vineyard on the other side of the town, renowned for being one of only organic vineyard in Mendoza so it was interesting to see the different style of production and growing methods. The grap vines, despite being some 40 years old, stand only a couple of feet tall. Apparently this is to ensure a great concentration of foliage closer to the grown which increases exposure to nutrients and minerals as well as insects and companion planting which are essential in organic vineyards given there is no use of artificial chemicals.

We or final stop in the immediate areas of Maipu was an olive oil factory, Laur. The smell even upon entering the front gates was delicious! We were shown around the orchard and were told about the different types of olives and the production process. I didn´t know this but green olives and black olives come from the same tree but are just picked at a different time, the black olives being more ripe. Also, for an olive oil to be classes as virgin, the acidity content has to be less than 1%, and even less for extra virgin. Black olives have a higher acidity and are thus only used (by this place at least) for eating. After a tour though the factory and a great deal of restraint exercised around the large vats of olives awaiting the press, we headed to the tasting room where breads and oils were waiting with sun dried tomato. Super stuff!


I decided to head back out to Maipu the next day to complete another circuit, but this time by bike. My wine tour of the Maipu region was amazing...truly a wonderful afternoon out. I hired a bike for the afternoon and rode myself around 4 vineyards and another chocolate shop. Given I had visited the olive oil factory the day before, I skipped that on the bike. My first vineyard, or bodega, was one of the larger ones and also had a museum attached which was very interesting. I had the misfortune of being grouped with an older couple from the Napa Valley in California, which was both amusing and tiring and constantly reminded me why so many Americans are disliked outside their own borders. The old chap took a liking to the sweet girl giving the tour, making terrible jokes, taking photos of her name badge, photos of himself with her and even giving her a gangster like closed fist high five sort of thing when he ´got a connection´ with the language barrier. The tour dragged on for ages on account of his many questions and explanations about what happens back home!!

I had a packed lunch at the museum and then headed down the very rural roads on the bike, stopping in at other bodegas en route. I had 4 tasting and tours at various vineyards and learned a lot about the local wines and the process to make them (wines in general). The local wine in a malbec which seems to be a lot more fruity (plum, berries etc) than say a Cabernet sauvignon and less peppery so is pretty nice. I finished the tour by going to the chocolate factory which makes chocolate, liquors, some chutneys and dulce delece (a caramel spread popular over here). A group of older people from Mendoza also on the tour kindly invited me to join them at the testing tables, which was great because it gave all of us a better selection to share around and an opportunity for me to try a bit of Spanish.

Upon arriving back at the hire place there were other tourists hanging around drinking wine in the front yard, provided by the hire chap, Mr Hugo. Mr Hugo kept bringing out bottles and bottles of wine for ages!! It was fantastic. He did, however, have a rather disturbing talking parrot in the tree which not only said hello etc but also laughed along with us when a joke was cracked, in a sort of ´chucky wants to play´ kind of way. Mr Hugo then took us all to the bus stop and paid for our bus ride back into Mendoza, about 45 minutes away. I spent the next day just pottering around the hostel, relaxing by the pool and back yard so very nice. I also did a walk with a chap from Montana around the central area. It is a nice place and pretty relaxed, although it was a tiring walk getting up the main view point in the city, requring one to walk a full completing around the zoo at the base of the mountain.

After hearing the Montana chap´s idea about heading into the Andes near the Argentina-Chile border, I decided to do a similar thing, although a day earlier. I made a reservation for a hostel at Los Cuevas, which is a little mountain village at 3200m. The bus ride was spectacular, heading into the mountains on a terrific road similar to Milford sound, with tunnels and all. When I arrived at the Hostel Los Cuevas, it was closed for the season! So much for a reservation and small deposit. It worked out well because I got on the bus and headed back down the hill about 15km to Puertas de Inca (literally bridge of Inca, or Inca Bridge), which is a small settlement in the middle of nowhere offering very little except the historic Inca Bridge and the sale or small rocks! It also is, more importantly for me, the launching pad for trips to Aconcagua, which is the highest mountain outside of the Himalayas. I found a very basic hostel, which was very cute and had everything I needed. My foot was pretty sore so I didnt´get out much that day so relaxed with my book.

That night I met an American chap, Bill, and shared a box or wine (yep, box, not bottle!). The hostel owners were off the next day so just gave us keys to the place but no idea when they were to return. I headed up to the park the next morning, getting a ride up the 2km stretch with a Dutch couple which was good. I spent the day walking around with not much pain which was good, having lunch at a superb lookout spot an hour or so off the tourist route, getting sun burned in the process given I had my top off relaxing. Spectacular indeed! We had a great night in the hostel with an old French Canadian couple and a young angry French guy. The older couple had a lot to drink and after a while the man, Pierre (obviously), got onto politics, which was pretty interesting given Bill was a politics major from New York. It was classic when the young French guy and the Pierre would discuss something in French in a heated fashion, ending with Pierre saying ´he is calling me stupid, but that´s okay´! The young French chap had a bottle of chocolate with banana liquore from the same chocolate shop I had visited, which we polished off.

Our dorm beds, for whatever reason, seemed to generate a lot of static electricity. Just lying on top reading I could feel my hairs on my arms standing up the crackle of the generation occuring as I rolled over to get comfortable. It was a bit of a problem getting down of the bunks, where had metal frames. At nights, when I flicked my headlamp off after reading, just rolling around in my bed would produce enough static discharges to create quite a bit of light. Pretty weird indeed! I managed to off-load my large book to Bill, which lightened my load considerably!

The next morning we were all having coffee with the older french chap looking pretty worse for wear. Pierre would, on a number of occasions, excuse himself from the table to have a loud talk on the big white phone, returning to the table looking even worse than before haha. Later that morning I boarded my bus the next day with Bill heading back to Mendoza. We never did meet the guy from Montana (assumed he would end up at our hostel given it was the only inexpensive option open). Bill, was off to Bariloche in the south (where I went earlier) and I decided to go straight up north that afternoon. We arrived at the bus station around 4 and both got tickets out that evening, mine leaving at 5pm so no great wait around but enough time to get dinner. I bought a ticket to Tucuman around 15 hours north of Mendoza.

Not being in the mood for big cities, when I arrived at the bus station in Tucuman around 8am, I bought an outbound ticket to Cafayate, which is 5 hours north west of Tucuman. Lots of bus hours but I have arrived in Cafayate with 23 hours on the bus with around 4 hours break. I almost missed my bus from Tucuman because their time seems to be an hour faster than everywhere else, cause now in Cafayate the time is the same as it was in Mendoza! Had I not returned to the bus station an hour earlier to check my emails, I would have missed it for sure.

The journey from Tucuman to Cafayete was spectacular, climbing high into the hills on a narrow windy road. On most of the corners, the bus would start the corner by swinging as far over onto the other side as possible before putting full steering lock on just to make it around in one hit! An hour or so out from Cafayete, more and more vineyards (bodegas) started popping up and the hills started to take on multiple colours. A nice welcome into the town. I settled into my hostel and made a trip to the super market for dinner supplies and food for my cycle ride into the valley the next morning.

A chap from Paraguay who was sharing my dorm room was keen to join me on the bike ride. To avoid the hot afternoon sun, we took the hostel owner recommendation to get the first bus out towards Salta, leaving Cafayete at 5am! Alarms set we headed to bed. I awoke the next morning and collected my food from the fridge and packed the maintenance kit into my bag. Bill, the American chap from Aconcagua had stayed at a different hostel and was not given any spare tyres or anything, which turned out to be quite a problem when he got a puncture 10km into the 50km ride, so I was relieved he had the right gear.

We piled our bikes into the luggage holds of the bus and set off. We reached the drop off point at the Devil´s Throat after around 45 minutes. We certainly avoided the hot sun, given we had wait around at the road side for over an hour just for the sun to come up! It was a pretty cloudy start to the day which didn´t reveal the full colours of the rock, however it did burn off around half way into the ride. I had forgotten how hard it is to ride 50km on a mountain bike with big knobby tyres, something I was reminded of when a young chap effortlessly sped past me on a road bike. It was a great day out, and has left the rest of the afternoon to update my blog and photo etc. I had tossed up the idea of heading to Salta this afternoon but given my bus travels the last few days I decided to stay around and head off first thing in the morning.