After being dusty, freezing and hungry for days Sucre and its beautiful flower filled streets were a blessing. Hot water. The showers had actual running hot water! The lama print leggings with fur lining were peeled off my legs and everything I owned weighed in a backstreet launderette for deep cleansing. There was a, Read More

We were woken up in the remote sleepy town of Uyuni to news of riots in La Paz and a blockade about to take place right where we’d spent the night. The plan was to head out to Bolivia’s salt flats that morning but if we weren’t quick we’d be spending at least another, Read More

Stood in a leafy square in the centre of La Paz drenched in sunlight it was hard to believe one of the most notorious prisons of our time was only metres away. The gate was in spitting distance and a swarm of dirty looking men roamed just behind the bars all waiting for tourists, Read More

Crossing from Peru to Bolivia via a land border was fairly sketchy. We walked a across a bridge and queued in a decaying building which stank of piss, litter strewn everywhere and machine gun paintings on each doorway. It took a while, I couldn’t answer any of the questions they fired at me in, Read More