It goes on and on and on and on…
I have tons of pictures of llamas and alpacas. Like, TONS. (If you’ve been around my Instagram, you’ve surely noticed.) I feel kinda bad that I keep bombarding my poor social channels with all these pictures of fluffy, mean animals, so, in a desperate attempt to overcome my obsession for llamas, I decided to put my best pictures in one huge, llamatastic post. And of course it wouldn’t be me if they weren’t accompanied by little stories (mostly unrelated to llamas – it’s ok, you can chill now).
Ah, Bolivia. One of the cheapest countries in South America, just well-known enough for cocaine and ill-known for its better qualities to make your friends and your mum question your travel choices. However, as it is conveniently located en route from Peru to Chile, almost every backpacker in South America has at least dabbled into the country, even if it’s just a few nights of crazy partying in La Paz and some perspective photos from Salar de Uyuni. more “7 Totally Rad Adventures in Bolivia”
Happy Sunday, guys!
How you’ve been? I’ve been taking a few weeks downtime from the blog, and this is the result: new look, new logo, new hosting (which I’m frankly still trying to figure out – what the hell are all these tech words I didn’t even know existed?) but the same, good old content. How do you like the new design?
As you probably know (because I can’t stop spamming it all over my Insta feed), I travelled in Bolivia in July, and one of the highlights of the trips was, as expected, my 3-day Jeep safari to Salar de Uyuni and the national parks around it. more “41 Pics to Prove That Salar de Uyuni Is Ridiculously Photogenic”
Hello friend! I surely hope you’ve been better than me.
Oruro is a god-awful, no-good lousy town. I make up my mind as soon as I jump out of the bus and the poignant smell of piss and trash hit me, a cocktail so typical to third-world towns and bus stations but which I have so far successfully avoided in Bolivia. It’s close to midnight, my mouth hurts and I’m alone in a new city that looks like a suburb to a violent Wild West village. I stomp past a woman yelling for passengers to the bus to Cochabamba, my next destination, and I long to jump on it and leave behind the empty, dark streets of this useless town, but I’m in need of a nice sleep and a thorough toothbrushing session even more, so I trudge along. more “Sunday postcard from… Oruro, Bolivia”