I started this journal with hopes of keeping tabs on our day-to-day backpacking life… but clearly I’ve fallen somewhat behind!
I promise I have a good reason.
In the last two weeks Guil and I have managed to cross two huge items off our travel bucket list: The Uyuni Salt Flat in Bolivia and Machu Picchu in Peru.
It’s hard to believe myself when I say this.
“Yes, we spent three days traversing the most incredible Bolivian landscapes before arriving at the largest salt flat in the world.”
“And yes, a couple of weeks later we visited Machu Picchu, one of the seven new wonders of the world.”
Needless to say I’ve been a bit busy!
Here’s a quick overview of what we’ve done since my last journal post.
On Jan. 12 we left Rio for Santiago, Chile. We spent 8 hours between the airport and bus station before hopping on a bus for 23 hours. Yes, it took 23 hours by bus to arrive to San Pedro de Atacama.
We spent a few days adjusting to the altitude in San Pedro, a small desert town in northern Chile, before leaving to Bolivia. (Oh, and I got my first South America stomach bug.)
Our journey to Bolivia’s Salar de Uyuni was pure adventure. (Read all about it here.)
From there we went on to the high-altitude capital city of La Paz, where we literally spent 5 days doing little to nothing. The Bolivian desert took a lot out of us!
After La Paz we partnered with Bolivia Hop/Peru Hop to take us to Peru. This trip included two stops at Lake Titicaca, the highest navigable lake in the world: Copacabana on the Bolivian side and Puno on the Peruvian side.
In Cusco we collaborated with the cutest hotel and had one of our most comfortable stays yet.
You can probably guess where we went from there…
We figured out how to visit Machu Picchu on our own without having to cough up an exorbitant amount of cash for a tour.
I’ll write a separate blog post about that adventure so I won’t spoil much of it here. But I will say that the sacred Inca site was one of the most marvelous places we’ve ever been.
After Machu Picchu we spent three days in a small village called Ollantaytambo. There I found the impossible: A tiny English pub that not only played the Super Bowl on TV, but also served chicken wings.
Now we’re on a *small* plane flying to Lima.
I have to say I’m pretty excited to return to a regular altitude after living about 8,000 feet for the past few weeks.
Also, I heard Lima’s one of food capitals of the world. I also heard there’s a T.G.I. Friday’s there…
BOY AM I CRAVING SOME AMERICAN FOOD.