I’ve managed to get my boots back with spectacular success.  I went to the office, they sent me to the warehouse, my boots were there.  I was back in the hostel within the hour, packed and ready to go, which meant only one thing for the rest of the day: faff. All these hostels I’ve …

Paddy has decided to move on as he’s already been in La Paz a few days longer than myself.  he’s booked a night bus to Sucre, which was my original plan, if I hadn’t left my new boots on the damn bus.  The office is closed, so I have to wait another day to see if there are …

Oh good lord above what am I doing?  With a new pair of trekking boots and some decent gear I feel like I’m materialistically prepared, but mental and physically you’ve got to be kidding.  I’ve hardly slept a wink through sheer terror, and I’m going to need all my faculties to see me through the …

Once again the boys are back in town as I’m reunited with Paddy, who finds me standing outside The San Francisco church with ease, as my white face sticks out amongst all the Inca heads.  We’ve not much planned for the day, except to organise our death road mountain bike run tomorrow.  We have a leisurely afternoon …

I’ve dragged my stinking, recovering carcass onto a night bus to force myself out of Cusco and into Bolivia.  It’s the usual nonsense on the bus, poor sleep and a long wait in a freezing cold bus station in Puno.  I’ve ordered myself a coffee and ‘Americano’ breakfast, which consisted of a luke warm drink and a …