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After a pure tranquil 24 hours on Isle de Sol, time to head back to the mainland. Large blue sunny skies but strong winds make for the roughest crossing Nobbies have endured in a long while. A lake with 8400 … Continue reading →

Nobbies take the first ferry from Copacabana (well a tiny boat with far too many fumes), 2 hours across Lake Titicaca to Isle de Sol. Inca legends state this is is the birthplace of the sun. Ruins and the inca … Continue reading →

Our last day in La Paz heading to Copacabana on Bolivia’s Lake Titicaca, but not before a visit to the witches market close by to our hostel. One ancient tradition is to bury a dried llama foetus on the lot … Continue reading →

after a nip of 98% pure alcohol for courage Ben embarks on the infamous Death Road of Bolivia on a mountain bike. Descending from a starting altitude of 4650m with freezing cold altiplano snow caps the trip entails riding 5 … Continue reading →

Time to fly back to La Paz. From sea level back to 4000m and back to cold winter days again. Our flight back is somewhat interesting from lush jungle to high snowy cap mountains but still very small plane equals … Continue reading →

ast day in the pampas and one more trip up the river. Highlights were seeing adorable spider monkeys, a black caiman and a family of capybaras and lots of birdlife. What a great 3 days and met great people on … Continue reading →

A trip to the amazon wouldn’t be the same without pira

A challenging morning for the Nobbies -sweating it out in high humidity, trudging through long savanna grasses and up to our knees in swampy mud searching for the mighty anaconda snake. No gumboots fitted Ben so he had no choice … Continue reading →

back to back tours from the jungle now for a 3 day trip to the lower Bolivian amazon called The Pampas. Rough three hour drive to get to Rio Yacuma (needed a sports bra). But we have four other fantastic … Continue reading →

Nobbies last day in the jungle but not without a morning trek. This time we hear loud grunting and realise we are way too close to a group of wild boar. At least 30 and I scout for the closest … Continue reading →