Before we set off travelling, something that cropped up in many a conversation with friends and family was how people in the places we were visiting would react to my skin colour.
Following a few fracas’ that have occurred since we’ve been on the road, I’m starting to wonder; is travelling making me angry?
If it had happened a few minutes later we could easily have been involved, our journey abruptly ended, quite possibly our lives with it.
It seemed like another ominous sign that it was probably not going to be worth staying in Bolivia for long. We couldn’t have been more wrong…
Looking back on our time in Buenos Aires we had an incredible fun experiencing what the city has to offer and learning about the history.
Let me start by saying that hiking the Inca trail and visiting the ruins of Machu Picchu was, for me, the realisation of a dream that I had held from a very young age.
Six months ago when we booked the Inca trail to Machu Picchu we didn’t have a clue what we were letting ourselves in for.
As it began to turn dark, we noticed we were driving towards an electrical storm, a spectacular sight if not slightly ominous. This was going to be a great 9 hours.
I obviously started having a small meltdown whilst practical J searched online for what to do if you lose your pieces of paper things…