We spent the last week exploring Mexico City. It is just HUGE (over 21 million inhabitants), but quite a pleasant city nonetheless. We rented a nice cozy apartment in the Polanco district, which is quite upscale with lots of office towers and apartment complexes, and also high end boutiques and restaurants, bars and cafes.
In Mexico, we eat spicy food!
OK, so here we go! We were very much undecided as to whether to make the trek out to Machu Picchu (MP) until about two weeks beforehand. On the one hand, it’s an iconic destination and we were kind of in the vicinity anyway, but on the other hand we knew that it was going to be the mother of all tourist traps (and we have developed a healthy dislike of these types of places during our trip). In the end, we decided that we had better just do it, because we would most likely end up regretting it if we didn’t go, and were so close by anyway… Continue reading “Peru – Part 2 : Machu Picchu and beyond”
Our whirlwind tour of Peru is now officially at an end; I am writing this post from the comfort of our apartment in Mexico City (and also very glad to be back on the continent of North America once again!). At the conclusion of my previous post (see here), we had just hopped on the Bolivia Hop overnight bus from Copacabana, Bolivia, to Cusco, Peru. The border crossing took place in a small, dusty town on the shore of the lake called Kasani. We were with a group of about 30 backpackers, and were herded like sheep from the Bolivian immigration control office to the Peruvian office by our guides (one Bolivian and one Peruvian). You literally have to walk across a no-mans land to get there, but there is no gate, so the many stray dogs can come and go as they please, the lucky devils. Continue reading “Deepest darkest Peru – Part 1”
Last time you heard from me, we were still in Bolivia, and had found a spot of paradise in the small mountain town of Samaipata. We definitely enjoyed our stay there, but were somewhat apprehensive about what awaited us in La Paz, world’s highest capital city…
Our route took us back to Santa Cruz by taxi, and then straight off to the airport to catch the 7 pm flight to La Paz. We arrived around 4 pm, only to be told that the flight was only due to depart at 8:30 pm, for no apparent reason other than this being Bolivia. So, we made the most of the time by stuffing our faces with cinnamon buns from Cinnabon for dinner (it was great!), and then going up to the observation deck on top of the airport building to watch the planes coming and going. These have all but disappeared in North America (for security reasons, I guess), so it was nice to see that one still survives down here. Continue reading “Adios Bolivia”