On my wanders round this sphere I have stayed in many places of various varieties through the years. This has included trains, houses, tents, hostels, hotels, inns, guesthouses, bed and breakfasts, motels, cars, settees, airports, buses, boats, flats and even bars. However this was the highest place I have ever stayed at (not including flights).…
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If I had to list my favourite method of travel, it would probably be train travel (just edging being onboard a boat). Not only have I watched many documentaries on train travel, but I have a fascination with railway stations the world over – whether used or not. So I found out…
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Sounds like it should be in the USA. But only for those who refuse to use basic language translation. Laguna Colorada, of course just means “Lake Colour Red” in English. Obvious, especially given the red tint of this naturally picturesque highland lake. This Laguna was a highlight from the Salar de Uyuni jeep trip in…
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Jumping for joy somewhere on the Salar De Uyuni Tour – in the deserts of South Western Bolivia. A moment to savour and freedom. This tour was one of the most spectacular I have been on, scenery wise. After lunch by Lake Hedionda, we headed into deep desert country and to the peak of our…
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I never even wanted to stay in the Hotel Ushuaia and as a general rule when I’m travelling I try my best to avoid hotels. I’m not a hotel person at all. I dislike their non descript lack of personality. But when I booked the Antarctica trip, they included a night in this hotel, the…
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After a hat-trick of special sights (Gorilla Mountain, Active Volcano and Train Track) on the second morning of the tour, our jeep took us down to the spectacular Laguna Canapa. And I mean spectacular. Situated at a high altitude, this lake is tinted slightly naturally green, good then that the photos don’t show that, and…
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After having a superb breakfast in the salt hostel (Cabana Oz Sal), it was time to explore more of the amazing Salar De Uyuni, leaving our home in the dusty town of San Juan De Rosario behind for the desert wilderness. I wore a ridiculous wooden hat, but only at breakfast…the redness of my…
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It’s unlikely I’ll ever recommend Venezuela as a country to visit as I had so many problems there with various things (money, visas, border, bag checks, banks, attempted muggings, rip offs, the list goes on and Juventus Sponsor) but that’s no reason not to document it and understand that life is always a series of…
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I’ll remember San Cristobal in Venezuela, that’s for sure! I arrived there after a long, gruelling bus journey, border crossing and taxi ride. The trip there began the day before in Sopo, Colombia. As documented here: Sopo to Cucuta and here: Cucuta and here: Cucuta to San Antonio del Tachira to San Cristobal On the way into San Cristobal I…
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Having got into my shared taxi at Cucuta Bus Station, it was time to head to Venezuela. I had no idea which Venezuelan city we would be heading to in fact, nor did I bother asking. Quite simply because my aim was to be in Caracas the day after, and knowing it was the capital,…
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