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Rievaulx journal: Reevo Abbee

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 04:22:13 GMT

Ah, the joys of visiting yet another ruined abbey! I know Jane hates me for it, but i love nothing better than traipsing across the countryside looking for old ruins to explore.

Rievlaux Abbey (pronounced Reevo!) is another beautifully set abbey, much like nearby Fountains. Though not as large, or in my opinion as beautiful, as Fountains, Rievaulx is a magnificent site and well worth visiting. Though not as well preserved as Fountains some of the features surpass its neighbour and the views from above, on a nearby ridge, are amazing.

Unfortunately, due to the smaller size of the ...

Harrogate journal: An English Bath

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 04:04:13 GMT

Harrogate was never on my radar. Again, i was only interested in the nearby sights, namely Rievaulx Abbey. Jane had chosen Harrogate as a base and it turned out to be a good call. I didn't know what to expect and was surpried to find a old Victorian spa town. Little did i know that Harrogate even hosted the 1982 Eurovision song contest! Oh what fame!

The town centre and gardens were pleasant. Jack enjoyed his run and we enjoyed some nice tea and scones. How delightfully English! The town has some interesting architecture, namely the baths and the Royal Hall.

We even managed to stay ...

Blackpool journal: I Don't Like to be Beside the Seaside

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 03:56:26 GMT

Oh dear! I have fond memories of Blackpool. Granted these memories were of holidays with my grandparents when i was 5 and 6 but it is amazing how age can give a whole new perspective on things.

I remember dodgem cars, pony rides on the beach, fairy floss and playing in the sand. What i saw on my return 20 years later was ancient fun fares, knackered ponies, cheap hamburgers and dirty beaches.

I admit we were there on a freezing cold day and most things seemed closed or empty, but the Blackpool of today seems sleazy. Maybe it was always sleazy and my young eyes never saw that side ...

Fountains Abbey journal: Fountains Mountains

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 03:42:31 GMT

The trek down to Fountains Abbey, with an 18 month old in tow, was quite an ordeal. Little did i know that the car park and ticket office was about a kilometre away from the actual abbey, which was nestled in an lovely valley.

Once the walk down was complete though the exploration of the abbey ruins could begin. And how impressive the were! I am still annoyed at fat b**tard, Henry VIII and what he did, but at least this one was glorious in its ruin. All aspects of the ruins were still there, though not entirely in tact. It would definitely have to be the most spectacular Abbey i have ...

Richmond journal: Tigerless in Richmond

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 03:24:39 GMT

On yet another trip down to London we decided to stop off on the way for a few days. Looking at the map we chose Richmond in Yorkshire. Why? Well, my ulterior motive, unbeknownst to my wife, was that i wanted to visit the nearby Fountains Abbey.

Arriving in Richmond, however, we were both pleasantly surprised at what a nice little town it was. An old market town with square still in tact and a castle overlooking the place. A ruined abbey was nearby giving this area lots of historical interest.

Checking into our B&B we had the pleasure to spy our nosy neighbour, who spent the entire ...

Edinburgh journal: Scarlett Lily

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 03:11:03 GMT

Our second child, Scarlett Lily was born today at 5.41am at the Royal Edinburgh Infirmary.

Life is definitely more exciting now, what with a newborn and a near two year old tearing the place up.

We are still in Edinburgh, though recently moved down the road to a bigger place.

Travelling around the UK has been put on hold for a while, though once the little one is a bit older it will continue.

Kalamaki journal: Fun in the Hot Sun

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 05:57:06 GMT

A fun family holiday in Zante.

Things to do

Relax by the beach, especially in the morning when the water is calm and the weather is cool.

Hire a car and circle the island. Highlights include Keri, the whole west coast including the Shipwreck, and Zante town.

The food is lovely, especially the octopus tentacles!

Lowlights

I wouldn't bother with Laganas. Very seedy - good if on a hens or bucks night i suppose.

The weather can get unbearably hot and the hotels charge for aircon and the fridge....hmmmm

Quebec City journal: Old Quebec

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 05:44:08 GMT

On the way back home to Edinburgh i "unfortunately" had to lay over in Quebec City for a night and day. I have always wanted to come visit the most historical city in North America, so i wasn't too upset you know.

My flight into Quebec City landed around 9pm so after a hearty meal i got off to bed, determined to see the sights in the full day i had the following morning. My flight wasn't until 5:30pm so i would have plenty of time.

Rising early i gobbled down my breakfast and headed towards the Old Town. My hotel wasn't too far away but the 15min walk was brisk. I was eager to ...

Wabush journal: Jerry, Jerry..

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 05:16:40 GMT

Not a bad little place, the food and service were quite good. I even thought i spied Jerry Springer in the lobby one day!

Wabush journal: Cabin Fever

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 05:16:37 GMT

Almost everyone in Wabush/Labrador City has a cabin by the numerous lakes. Though basic, they are in prime spots and great for fishing, boating and the like.

Wabush journal: City of Dogs

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 05:16:32 GMT

To be honest, i didn't know what i was getting myself in for when i accepted to do some training in Eastern Canada, and things didn't start well when my luggage got lost on the way to Quebec City. My fault, of sorts, because i didn't pick my bags up upon reaching Montreal. Apparently you have to get your bags rechecked in - pity the check in desk didn't give me this nugget of wisdom in Edinburgh!

My bags finally arrived at my Quebec City hotel around 2am, just in time for my 6am flight to Wabush.

Flying into Wabush gives you a lasting impression of endless pine trees and lakes, ...

Canada journal: French Labradors

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 04:53:35 GMT

A week long work trip, visiting Wabush in Labrador and then staying a day in Quebec City on the way home.

Kalamaki journal: A Tour of the Island

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 12:03:01 GMT

Hire a car and drive around the island. Visit the small villages such as Keri, and dont miss the west coast, including the famous Shipwreck

Greece journal: Grooving in Greece

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 11:52:04 GMT

A Family holiday in Zakynthos, Greece.

St Andrews journal: Fore!

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 04:04:43 GMT

We had recently acquired a new car. Well, new is perhaps a bit of a porky. It was a 1998 Renault Scenic. A Mummobile. We got it as a runaround for Jane. It was now the chance to give it a bit of a run. St Andrews was a couple of hours north of Edinburgh and seeing a beautiful day in front of us we decided to go for it.

Crossing the bridge over the Forth of Firth, or is that Firth of Forth, i can never remember we proceeded to follow the coastal route around Fife all the way up to St Andrews. Stopping at a couple of beaches along the way the view back across to Edinburgh was stupendous. ...

Sabodala journal: Oz in Disguise

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 03:35:31 GMT

Flying to a remote corner of Senegal i could tell that it was going to be hot. I recognised the landscape and found it all rather 'Australian'. Upon landing at the minesite, these feelings were enhanced by the oppressive heat. Forty degrees plus beckoned. It was going to be a rough few days indeed.

Once again, i found the African hospitality beyond reproach. The three blokes who i was here to train, Ernest, George and Adama were very helpful and made sure i didn't want for anything. Annoyingly my phone would not work, even though there was a bloody great big mobile tower on the nearby ...

Dakar journal: Paris to Dakar

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 02:51:34 GMT

I have always wanted to see a leg of the Paris to Dakar rally. This amazing rally, running through the North African desert must be one of the hardest things a driver can do. Unfortunately the rally was cancelled this year due to activities n nearby countries.

Arriving in Dakar i was escorted to the comapny mine house by the friendly house driver, a cheerful chap who spoke about as much English as i spoke French. He saved me from the masses of touts, currency sellers and taxi drivers so i was eternally grateful to him.

The house wasn't far from the airport so i unfortunately didnt ...

Senegal journal: The Heat of Senegal

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 02:35:26 GMT

Another work trip, first flying to Dakar and then out to the Sabodala Gold Mine, close to the Mali border.

New York City journal: The Greatest City

Mon, 18 Feb 2008 08:24:40 GMT

I have to admit to being a little biased about New York. It is one of my favourite cities and i don't think anything will change my view on that. Not even having to go through the nightmare that is driving in Manhattan - a very eye opening experience. The rule of thumb seems to be, get in your lane and if you need to turn elsewhere just do it. Indicating is of no use.

After the experience of the road it was nice to drop the car off and walk two blocks to our hotel - The Barclay. A lovely old 5 star hotel, with a price to match. Right in the heart of Manhattan we were a block or two from ...

North Adams journal: The Spires of the Berkshires

Mon, 18 Feb 2008 07:54:38 GMT

Traveling along route 2 i think i was eventually beginning to like driving in America. Maybe this was because there was hardly any traffic, who knows? Passing through towns such as Orange, Shelburne Falls and the hairpin bends above North Adams this area of Massachusetts was one of the prettiest we had seen.

North Adams was a peculiar, little town. Seemingly big, and with a beautiful skyline of church spires the town almost appeared past it. The streets were dead, shops were closed. The town appeared to have once been a bustling little town, but now? Who knew, it was pleasant enough and ...

Boston journal: Boarston Delight

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 08:49:33 GMT

We had planned on four nights in Boston, but since it was only a couple of hours drive from Fairhaven we thought a stopover in Plymouth would be nice. The home of the Pilgrims seemed a logical stop.

Before arriving in Plymouth we noticed a sign for the Plymouth Plantation, a reconstruction of the original Pilgrim village. Composed of two areas it contained a Native American village next door to the British outpost - all thoroughly authentic and populated with actors. The Native Americans acted as they were in the real world (ie today) while the Pilgrims acted as they would in ...

Fairhaven journal: The Jaws of the Cod

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 08:04:32 GMT

Our first impressions of Fairhaven were not very favourable. Or should i say, Jane's weren't! I don't really care where i stay to be honest, as long as there are things to see nearby.

The day after we arrived we decided to head up the coast of Cape Cod. Visiting the cape had always been a dream of mine. Taking off early in the morning we slowly made our way through towns like Sandwich, Barnstable, Eastham all the way up to Provincetown. We stopped off many a time checking out the beaches and the villages. Though the cape was nice, i must admit to being a little disappointed. I suppose i ...

Warwick journal: Mystical Newport

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 07:42:09 GMT

Our stay in Warwick was to last two days and in those two days we were determined to see as much as possible.

The first day we took the road back along the I95 and into the town of Mystic, RI. This small town was a lovely historical old place. Trinket shops lined the streets and the old harbour was full of boats and yachts. The surrounding homes of Mystic made us very envious indeed. Beautiful old wooden houses with huge balconies, most overlooking the inlet and ocean. The drawbridge was a special sight as well, and we even managed to be there when it was raised for passing boats. We only ...

New York City journal: Touchdown and Driveoff

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 07:17:38 GMT

Touching down at JFK the first thing we had to do was pick up our hire car. Upon packing the car with luggage and baby we headed off into the metropolis that is New York. To say i was nervous about driving in such a large city would be a great understatement. I have never seen so many cars on the road! Driving on the 'wrong' side of the road didn't help either. After much consternation and screams of "Watch Out!" we eventually made our way out of the city and onto the more passive I95. Our destination was Warwick, Rhode Island, just outside of Providence. The journey took most of the day but ...

United States journal: New England - New York 2007

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 06:23:08 GMT

We had planned on a two week holiday driving thoughout New England. We aimed to see the Fall but it turned out to be two weeks of the best weather imaginable. From New York City to Boston and back again the drive was a dream

Malaga journal: Some great Moorish ruins set atop a Roman amphitheatre

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 02:37:41 GMT

Climbing atop the Alcazaba reveals a magnificant view of the city, the mountains and the nearby Costa del Sol

Malaga journal: Costa Del Gringo

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 02:37:40 GMT

We had to fly out of Malaga on the Sunday so we decided to make the most of our last full day and leave for the coast early Saturday morning. Easily escaping the city limits of Seville we headed south towards the Costa del Sol. Not my idea of a nice place but some of the towns and scenery along the way were spectacular.

The olive plantations and the distant Sierras were a magnificent sight and some of the small villages dotted here and there looked as though they hadn't changed much in centuries. Ronda was a stunning town, sat atop a cliff with the old city walls surrounding the old ...

Seville journal: Jimmy Seville

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 09:13:34 GMT

Landing in Seville at 9pm i was a little apprehensive to say the least. I somehow had to drive (on the wrong side of the road no doubt) through a busy city and to the hotel. We finally got there without too(!) many dramas. A few toots of annoyance from the locals aside we got there stress free and relatively unscathed. The hotel turned out to be nice and central as well. It may sound like an ABBA tribute band but the location couldn't be faulted.

Once again we had a spare day until i had to start work, so come Sunday morning we hit the town to get our sightseeing in. Climbing aboard the ...

Falmouth journal: A lovely harbour front B&B

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 08:48:45 GMT

The rooms were ideal, the breakfast good. Would have got an extra star if the bar wasn't being renovated!

Falmouth journal: The Ends of the World

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 08:48:35 GMT

Arriving in Exeter, the weather was foul. Quickly escaping into the shelter of our hire car (a nice lovely Focus) we made our way to Falmouth. taking in the desolate scenery of Dartmoor we stopped off for lunch at a beautifully old pub. Anyone over 5' 6" was made to look a giant as the roof overhangs and beams meant you were constantly ducking your head when standing up. Luckily we found a quiet corner by the fire and had a slap up meal. After all were fed and watered (or beered as in my case) we set off again, eager to get to Falmouth by sundown.

Arriving around 5 we checked ...

Europe journal: From Land's End to Andalucia

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 07:59:21 GMT

Another business trip took me (and my small family of Jane and Jack) to Cornwall and Seville. Though work was priority i had a few spare hours and days to appreciate the beauty of both areas again.

Penang journal: I am a Citizen of the World!

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 07:54:28 GMT

One of my favourite quotes of all time was uttered in Penang. A few of us backpacker types were having a few quiet drinks at a local bar when a couple of African lads at a nearby table got into a bit of a barney with some local Malay boys. Some bouncers got involved and to quell one of the African chap's rage they politely asked him where he was from. "I am a citizen of the world!" he screamed before jumping at one of the Malays. Moments later he was flat out unconscious after being king hit by a bar stool! We decided to leave but not before i wondered out loud if i could get a passport ...

Jerusalem journal: The Holy City

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 07:49:59 GMT

Luckily for us we had arrived in Israel at the best possible time. There was a ceasefire in effect and there hadn’t been any trouble for some time. This meant we could explore in relative safety. Finding a hotel in the Old City was easy enough, and after the obligatory night out with other backpackers (where I managed to get a gun pointed at my head – all in good fun though) I headed into the city to have a good look round. The Wailing Wall was the first stop and it surprised me to see the female side of the wall in much more use than the male side. Make of that what you will. I followed the ...

Eilat journal: Uzi Nine Millimetre!

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 07:47:38 GMT

What a difference a border makes. Arriving at the Egyptian – Israeli border was like walking from night to day. Passing through the Egyptian immigration was easy but upon arriving at the Israeli side things got very different. Dozens of armed soldiers carrying Uzis, many of them absolutely stunning babes, patrolled the border. There is definitely something about a gorgeous girl carrying an Uzi...

Finally crossing into Israel, it was if we had travelled forward in time. Everything seemed so familiar, and I realised it had been some time since I had been in a Westernised environment – since ...

Mwanza journal: The Talipia

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 03:23:12 GMT

The art of trying to get back home - it shouldn't be hard. Unfortunately we were about to be shown the complexities of Africa.

Awaiting our flight from the minesite to Dar es Salaam we were firstly told that the flight had been cancelled and we were then to fly to Mwanza instead, where we could catch a connnecting plane to Dar. Since our flight out of Dar was at 11pm we weren't necessarily worried. We should have plenty of time to spare. Eventually our chartered plane arrived and we were surprised to see it was a tiny 6 seat Cesna. This was unexpected, but at least we were on our way. The ...

Kilimanjaro journal: Scare at Kilimanjaro

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 03:22:55 GMT

We decided to take a chance and go straight to the airport rather than call the travel agent to see if the flight were to be on time. Hailing a cab, strangely the same driver who dropped us off - i am sure he was just waiting for us - we set off. the drive was another eye opener, slums, smiling kids and people milling about doing what they do. One of the most bizarre sights was a ramshackle marketplace, and sitting atop the buildings were some of the most massive storks i have ever seen. At least 5 foot tall!

Arriving at the terminal we were relieved to find the plane was on time. We set ...

Dar es Salaam journal: Homeward Bound

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 03:20:57 GMT

At last we were on our way. The auspiciousness of the date was lost on us as we flew into Dar es Salaam and had to wait an agonising hour on the runway as the plane filled with oncoming passengers from Dar. We should have been amongst them but miraculously we were in our seats and waiting. I still had a nagging thought in the back of my head that the plane would suddenly be canceled but once that plane left the ground the relief was immense. Not even the gibbering American retirees who had been on Safari could dampen my mood.

Sleep hit me and for the remainder of the flight to Amsterdam i ...

Uyovu journal: Golden Baboons

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 02:37:14 GMT

At the break of dawn we were picked up by the Barrick Gold bus and driven to the domestic airport. The locals were just starting to erect their stalls when we arrived at the airport. The flight was a chartered one and was full of Barrick mine workers. It was due to stop off at three minesites and our stop, Tulawaka, was number two on the agenda. Some two hours later we touched down on a dusty runway smack bang in the middle of nowhere, right next to Godknows.

We were greeted by an ex workmate of mine, Lauren, who took us back to camp. We were show to our guesthouse, a huge three bedroom ...

Dar es Salaam journal: The Sea Cliffs of Doom

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 02:06:34 GMT

The flight to Dar es Salaam was a long and laborious one. From Edinburgh myself and my Denver workmate, John Swenson flew to Amsterdam, then Nairobi before finally landing in Tanzania at around lunchtime the next day. In all we traveled for a good 12 hours with brief stopovers at Amsterdam and Nairobi. Nairobi airport was an eye opener. Though by no means a dump, it did give us a brief insight into what we were going to experience later on in the trip.

Upon landing in Dar we were mercifully picked up by the Barrick driver who took us on a whirlwind tour of the city before arriving at ...

Tanzania journal: The Tanzanian Odyssey

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 05:15:42 GMT

Nine days working at a Tanzanian Gold Mine had many interesting moments to say the least.

Edinburgh journal: Travel All Over The Countryside

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 09:24:15 GMT

We had begun to settle into our new life. We had yet to get ourselves a car and so over the next few months we hired one for some weekends.

Weekend day trips became commonplace. We drove to North Berwick, Kelso, Melrose and Roslin Abbey during one monumental journey. We even managed to get lost on some lonely Scottish road, our only friends being the sheep and the huge wind farms that dotted the landscape.

Another day took us up to Stirling and as far as Callander. Stirling was a lovely place, reminiscent of Edinburgh in many ways. The castle was almost a replica, perched high ...

Castro Verde journal: Castro Blanco More Like

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 09:02:08 GMT

My first onsite training job seemed to directly coincide with the unfortunate disappearance of young Madeline McAnn. Kidnapped from her hotel room only days before I arrived in Faro, it was on the news and in the papers for the next few months.

My flight into Faro was uneventful, and when I got my baggage I was met by a Portuguese driver from the mine site. He didn’t speak much English, but it was a damn sight better than my Portuguese. The drive up to Castro Verde was very nice indeed. Hills, canyons and eventually a plateau were revealed in the 2 hour drive.

Dropping me ...

Edinburgh journal: A Georgian New Town

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 09:00:27 GMT

I won’t go into specifics about our move, we plan on staying for at least a couple of years, longer if we like it. First impressions of living in Edinburgh were good. We got put up in a nice New Town flat for the first month, and just when our stuff arrived from Australia we moved into a rental property in Comely Bank – a charming ground floor flat, perfect for Jane and Jack.

I am still a geologist and so even though much of my work involves staying in the office I will be travelling quite a bit. This journal is to provide details of where I go and what I see. Holidays will be ...

Perth City journal: Triple JJJ

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:59:27 GMT

A lot had happened since my previous trip. An awful lot! For a start I was married to Jane and we had recently had our first son, Jack, in December. My solo travelling career was well and truly over. I am not complaining though, I love my little family.

After working what seemed an eternity in the mines, then Jane’s backpacker hostel (!) and then down into the coal mines of Collie, Western Australia, I felt a change of scenery would be good for all concerned.

So when an opportunity to move to Edinburgh came up I jumped at the chance. Everyone said we were mad, but the only ...

Perth journal: Where Next?

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:51:56 GMT

Yet another trip was over. I had to start over again for the third time. I thought that I had seen all I wanted to see, but take a look at an atlas and you soon realise there is so much more to explore. I don’t know when I will be able to travel again, but I think I have grown a bit tired of the backpacker scene. Five star comfort sounds nice. I suppose I had better get a job then!

Singapore City journal: Bali Talk

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:50:51 GMT

My time in Singapore was short and I didn’t do much in all honesty. I had been to Singapore a few times before and all I wanted to do now was catch a plane home. There was a strange mood in the air of course, all talk was about Bali. Everyone I met at the hostel either knew of someone in Bali, or had just been there or was about to go there. How much of it was true I don’t know. In times like this I think everyone tries to personalise things. I knew no one in Bali, I wasn’t going there and I never would. I was the odd one out.

In the last year travelling had suddenly gotten more ...

Rawtenstall journal: Relatives, Rambo & Bali

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:49:37 GMT

I hadn’t seen my relatives for a few years so it was good to catch up again. I only meant to stay a couple of weeks but due to unforseen circumstances I couldn’t get a flight until late October. Harry and Maureen were good enough to put me up for the month so I was very grateful.

The family hadn’t changed much. Karl, Nat and Anouska had all grown up and were working hard-ish. My Uncle Stu was still with his girlfriend and their 4 boys and my Aunty Jackie was in Wales somewhere. My Granny still lived in the same house and was just as nuts as before. I spent most days lazing around ...

Wimbledon journal: Your Ego’s Writing Cheques Your Body Just Can’t Cash!

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:48:32 GMT

Back to Old Glory. The journey itself wasn’t so glorious. A shocking 18 hour bus journey. The only moment of enjoyment came when we had to travel through the Channel Tunnel. A very surreal trip, knowing thousands of tonnes of water lie directly above your head. It was best not to think too much. It is a very impressive engineering feat to have constructed the tunnel.

I did have one moment of irritation though, and it occurred once we exited the tunnel and arrived at British immigration. Having a British passport I should have had no trouble passing through the cue. Unfortunately ...

Berlin journal: Ve Have Vays

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:47:20 GMT

I must admit to being slightly nervous from waking up, checking in, boarding the flight, watching passengers for suspicious behaviour (in the process making myself look suspicious!) to landing. Nothing untoward happened on our flight but it was a very strange feeling to be in the air on this day of all days. The airport and flight seemed a bit quieter than normal, but apart from that it was if it were just another day – which it was. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it Osama!

Landing in Berlin we found a hostel in the east side of the city, a stone throw from the infamous Berlin ...

Madrid journal: Generalissimo He In Madrid!

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:45:54 GMT

The journey to the central capital of Madrid was, in a word – uneventful. To be truthful, we had only come here to catch our flight to Berlin, but I always think that you should spend time in a country’s capital. Madrid didn’t seem to have many sights so to speak but it does have one of the most famous museums in the world, the Prado.

The first foray into the streets of Madrid weren’t the best, however. After finding a nice, central hostel we went out in search of food and beer. We found a little pub close to a university and watched the England v Portugal friendly (1-1) but on ...

Cordoba journal: Swatting Mezquitas

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:44:35 GMT

Andalucia has to be one of my favourite regions in the world. Granada, Seville, even Gibraltar and now Cordoba. Every town I visited has been an absolute marvel. No doubt the Moors were mostly to thank, their Islamic culture still permeates throughout the towns and gives them all their distinctive character. Cordoba was no exception.

The two hour bus journey from Seville went in a flash and after roaming the streets looking for accommodation we found a gorgeous little pension right in the main square. The huge Mezquita loomed over the square, the massive gates and brass knockers ...

Seville journal: Gary Seville

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:43:31 GMT

Bidding the delightful Gibraltar a fond farewell we hopped on a bus to Seville. The journey comprised of long delays and having to watch the movie, Independence Day, solely in Spanish. Come to think of it, it was a lot more enjoyable that way. It was fairly late when we arrived but we soon got settled by some more beer and tapas. The tapas bar concept had well and truly been accepted by us both.

The first full day in Seville, and as per usual we spent it by wandering the streets robbing old ladies and pushing over moped riders. I lie of course. We eventually found a place ...

Gibraltar journal: A Rock & a Hard Traipse

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:42:27 GMT

Since we were close and also due to the fascination factor, we thought we may as well spend a few days in Gibraltar. A piece of merry, old England stuck on the end of Spain. The Spanish want the Brits out, the Brits don’t seem to mind one way or another, but the local Gibraltarians(?) want to remain British. A very strange little place.

We caught a bus to the town of La Linea. This town acts as a border post of sorts. The immigration between Spain and Gibraltar consists of a long road, smack bang in the middle of which lies an airstrip. Huge jets land and takeoff and it is a ...

Granada journal: Muslim Magnificence

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:41:15 GMT

The train to Granada was slow but pleasant. We shared our cabin with an English guy, Phil, a West Ham supporter, but a good bloke none the less. The train took in the coast and along the way we saw the atrocious Costa del Sol, and other various package holiday spots. Cheap high rise hotels, bars, deckchairs and lobster red tourists lined the towns. I was glad to be passing through.

Upon arriving in Granada I soon fell in love with the place. I have always enjoyed towns steeped in history and Grenada is one of the best. Mazy streets, stunningly white buildings, cosy ...

Th ...

Barcelona journal: Pimps, Pros & Pickpockets

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:40:09 GMT

Our arrival in Barcelona promised so much. The city was beautiful, the hostel was lively with a nice indoor bar and a view overlooking a tiny market square, and the weather was gorgeous. Shame I got robbed then!

Strangely enough it all had to do with alcohol, Fitzy and McGuinness. We had finally gotten word that they were in Barcelona and we should meet them in an Irish Bar (what else?) in the town centre. After a few bevvies at the hostel we made our way to the ironically named Quiet Man Pub. Not for long. Waiting for Fitzy and McGuin Pete and I proceeded to get quite ...

London journal: Is There Anybody Out There?

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:38:12 GMT

London was a mere stopover; our flight was early tomorrow to Barcelona. We did manage to have a quick look round, after all this was Pete’s first time in London. We stayed at a small hostel near Victoria, run by who appeared to be the Russian mafia, but it was a quaint little place and near to the centre. It was getting late but we headed out to Westminster and wandered the area around the Abbey and Big Ben. Strangely the streets were totally empty. Remembering the film 28 Days Later, I wondered if the Apocalypse had occurred in the few hours since we had landed. Not a soul could be ...

Dublin journal: Cold Turkey

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:37:09 GMT

It was good to clear the head for a few days and do a bit of touristy stuff. I missed it. Fitzy and co had left for Spain so we went back to Dublin for a couple of days. No drinking, but plenty of sightseeing. I hoped on the Dublin Bus Tour, the open decked tour of the city, and it was quite good. All the sights are visited including St Patricks and of course the Guinness Brewery. No pints though! I even watched a game on the TV, Man U v Chelsea. I hadn’t seen United for a while and it was good to see them again. Good game too, 2-2.

Drogheda journal: Keeping Your Ball Low

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:36:08 GMT

Suffering the dreaded Guinness hangover we set off for Drogheda. Cutting straight across the country we managed to take in a few sights, including the Quiet Man bridge, made famous by John Wayne. At least I think we did, the journey was a little hazy!

Arriving at Fitzy’s mate McGuinness’ house in the afternoon we soon got bored and headed out to the pub again. Hair of the dog. It works! Back at the house McGuinness soon came home from work, so bringing out the Bundy we continued to get stuck in. The night ended at the pub and by that time I was feeling very, very worse for wear. I ...

Galway journal: Please Be Gentle Officer

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:34:56 GMT

Rising early we set off to Sligo. The countryside in this part of the world was beautiful and reminded me of Scotland and the Lake District. Towering hills, gorgeous lakes, and crumbling, ruined castles. It was a very pleasant drive indeed. We got into Sligo and after parking in the centre of town thought we would sample the Guinness again. We managed to find a pub which was owned by a famous musician, his name I can no longer recall. At least that’s what the bar manager said. Pint over, we continued our journey. More gorgeous scenery abounded and it was easy to see why Ireland is ...

Donegal Town journal: Brits Out!

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:33:50 GMT

Since Drogheda wasn’t far away we decided to journey up to County Meath and hire a car for a few days. Picking up Fitzy along the way we were determined to see a bit of the Irish landscape. We headed on up to the North, towards the Troubles and soon enough we were in Belfast. We only stopped briefly but it seemed like quite a happening little place. Not the bombed out cesspool I was led to believe. I especially liked the little touches – Brits Out being my favourite! Beer break over, we continued north until we arrived at the spectacular Giant’s Causeway. Huge basalt structures along ...

Dublin journal: Black Gold

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:32:25 GMT

After a brief stopover at Heathrow we flew over to Dublin, intent on drinking Guinness and catching up with a few old mates. Finding a hostel proved to be a bit of a pain but we eventually sorted out the problem of where we would pass out later in the night. We were due to meet a mate, Fitzy who was staying up in Drogheda. Agreeing to meet in Temple Bar we had pint after pint of the black goodness – but no Fitzy. We continued to drink aplenty, after all we were in one of the most famous drinking districts in the world. We couldn’t let the Irish down now! It was a rollickingly good ...

Kelowna journal: Footy on the Beach

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:30:51 GMT

My cousin Lynsey had a friend who lived up in Kelowna so we decided to tag along when she went up to visit. The four our trip wasn’t too bad and once we arrived we were pleasantly surprised to find Lynsey’s friend Sandra’s house was lovely and big and contained its own orchard and a wicked view over the town. The first night was spent drinking and talking on the huge porch.

The following day was very relaxing indeed. Kelowna is on the shore of a big lake and as such has its very own beach. Perfect for kicking the footy around and admiring the views on the lake shore. It was nice to ...

Abbotsford journal: Birdies, Grizzlies & DVD’s

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:27:04 GMT

The bus journey from Banff to Abbotsford was one of the most spectacular trips I have ever taken. The mountain scenery was simply stunning. Stopping at Lake Louise was especially scenic. The blue lake and the mountains were pretty as a picture, even though I forgot to take one.

Travelling through the Rockies was a joy but eventually we made our descent and got into Abbotsford. Not a particularly attractive town by any stretch of the imagination, but it was pleasant enough and home to my Aunt Marie and Uncle Mike. Surprisingly I had forgot to tell them I was coming so when I made ...

Banff journal: From Heatwave to Blizzard

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:25:17 GMT

From the hot, sweltering climate of 40 degree Chicago to 0 degree Calgary in the space of three hours. Quite a change and a definite shock to the system, especially when you don’t read the weather report and decide to wear t-shirt and shorts! I thought it was summer in Canada as well!!

It was pouring with rain at Calgary airport and to make matters worse we couldn’t get hold of a hire car. We thought it would be cool to drive to Vancouver to see my relatives but due to the holiday period no cars were available. Our next brainwave was to stay in Calgary for a couple of days, but ...

Chicago journal: Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:24:13 GMT

After the enormity that was New York, Chicago seemed a small town. Not really, but at least I could look at central Chicago and not feel like a total oompa lumpa! Don’t get me wrong, Chicago is still an immense city, with some of the largest skyscrapers in the world. In fact Chicago is home to the skyscraper and boasts the Sear’s Tower, tallest building in the USA, even pre-September 11. Finding a hostel was easier said than done and the hefty price of $US32 was a bit steep! It was nice, but too clinical and sterile, it reminded me of a hospital ward.

We weren’t there for the ...

New York City journal: The Most Amazing City of them All

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:22:49 GMT

It had been 10 months since that awful, future changing event had taken place in New York City. I think it was normal to feel a tad apprehensive flying towards that famous skyline, a skyline that didn’t quite look right. Those two towers seemed to leave a gaping hole in the New York outline and it was a very eerie feeling to be visiting the city we had all seen so much of on the TV in recent times.

Touching down in Newark, New Jersey, we caught the next available train to New York City. The next port of call was a hostel near Central Park, so boarding the famous Subway we made ...

New Orleans journal: I’ll Give You a Tip!

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:20:50 GMT

Back to New Orleans, one of my favourite cities. The flight over the Grand Canyon was spectacular but the anticipation at being back in the Big Easy was just as exciting. Unlike my last escapade in New Orleans I made sure we went straight to the huge HI hostel on Carondelet St. A bit pricey, but well worth the hassle.

Catching the nearby Streetcar we quickly made our way in to the magnificent French Quarter. The quarter has held onto its European charm for hundreds of years and the lovely French balconies are perfect additions to the houses that are to be found along its ...

Los Angeles journal: Drew Barrymore v Phil Collins

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:09:45 GMT

Hollywood isn’t what I expected. I guess I imagined movie stars calmly walking down the streets, not a care in the world. But I believe that place is called Beverly Hills. Hollywood is more of a tourist trap, and we fell right in. Staying a night near the Hollywood Bowl (after following some nice Northern Irish girls) we then moved closer to Hollywood Blvd where we found another good USA Hostel. The hostel was full of either, overseas backpackers or local aspiring actors/actresses. Some of these people had been in LA for months and months just attempting to get a rehearsal! They all had ...

Las Vegas journal: Limos & Babes

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:06:43 GMT

The trip from Tuscon was hell on wheels! It was 13 hours of driving through the desert, stopping only at Phoenix for a little while and at a couple of other small townships. We arrived in Vegas after dark and via some very seedy back streets eventually found the USA Hostel. The hostel was quite good, pool, bar, big rooms, lots of guests. I was totally buggered though so I didn’t see much of it until the next day.

The first full day in Vegas was spent roaming up and down the Strip. Things had changed substantially in 7 years. The Stratosphere was now an old casino and a few new ...

New Delhi journal: Looting, Rioting & Murdering

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 02:36:52 GMT

Touchdown in India. Midnight. I had it all figured out. Taxi to Ringo's Guest House, get a good night's sleep and then organise a train to to Nepalese border. India could wait, i would be back - i wanted to get to Kathmandu. One of my all time must see places.

Unfortunately, as i was to quickly discover in India, things don't quite go as planned.

Upon arriving in New Delhi i jumped in a taxi and told the man to head towards Conaught Place(?). Ringo's was nearby so i thought i couldn't go wrong. Traveling from the airport to the city i was surprised at how dead the place was - i ...

Penang journal: Back for a Big Feed

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 02:27:03 GMT

I'm back. After the ferry and bus from Thailand i was going to take the train from Hat Yai to the eastern border of Malaysia, but i just love this town! So i stayed for 5 days!!

Tucson journal: How to Scale a Cactus

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 09:15:03 GMT

The border wasn’t far from the town of Hermisillo. A quick bus ride and we joined the long queue to gain entry into the USA. Things had changed remarkably in the aftermath of 11 September, 2001, understandably so. The Americans were a bit paranoid about who they let cross their borders so the wait was long. After being quizzed on why we wanted to visit America and how long we intended to stay, we were finally granted permission to enter the First World. A few Mexicans weren’t so lucky.

Crossing the border was like crossing through a time warp. Everything seemed cleaner, fresher and ...

Hermosillo journal: Flight to the Border

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 00:10:43 GMT

The less said about Hermisillo the better. After much deliberation we thought we would fly from Oaxaca to Hermisillo, a very mundane town close to the US border. I had considered going to Mexico City, since I had especially wanted to see the amazing Teotihuacan pyramids, but for reasons I can’t fathom, we thought it best to get to the USA. I think we were both craving some Western civilisation. Looking back I wish I had gone to Mexico City, but that now has to wait until another time.

The flight, delays and transfers took nearly 9 hours and by the time we got to Hermisillo via Mexico ...

Oaxaca City journal: Osama bin Oaxaca

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 00:08:30 GMT

With a Canadian traveller in tow, we managed to find one of the coolest hostels around. It had a huge lounge area with rooms either side, both at ground and first floor level. Up these stairs is also the way to the hostel pub complete with comfy lounges and cushions. The 940ml coronas only cost 20P so I spent quite a bit of time up there drinking, chatting and sleeping. The crowd was nice and friendly too, lots of laughter and plenty of cute girls.

Oaxaca is another town with plenty of history. The town is built in typical Spanish colonial style, with the main points of interest stemming ...

San Cristobal de Las Casas journal: First Against the Wall

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 00:05:57 GMT

I love the fact that San Cristobal, a town high up in the hills, sells little figurines of Zapatista dolls as if they were children’s toys. A popular and much feared revolutionary group, the Zapatistas make the San Cristobal countryside their home. They are very popular in this part of the world, hence the varied merchandise. I couldn’t resist buying a Zapatista key ring, a black masked revolutionary, dressed like a ninja.

This isn’t to say San Cristobal is unsafe. Far from it in fact. The town was very friendly and was a bit of a tourist mecca. The town had some very lively ...

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Palenque journal: The Jungle City

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 00:01:57 GMT

First class all the way! That was the decision, and it proved a good one as our coach took 9 hours to reach the town of Palenque. The town is nestled in the jungle and upon finding the town square we discovered a restaurant with a nice balcony. Listening to the birds at dusk was amazing, the noise! We also met a Japanese traveller who had travelled a bit too long me thinks! Eccentricity does him no justice. Good value though. He was done up like a hippy and was trying to find his soul. Haven’t seen it, I said, but I’ll keep an eye out, must be hard to miss. Pete, meanwhile, was insulting ...

Merida journal: A Grand Old Hammock

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:59:28 GMT

The bus to Merida didn’t take too long. After the usual hunt for a decent hotel we went for a look around. Merida is the home of the Yucatan hammock, so to keep the local industry going I decided to make a purchase. Many and varied I eventually found one to my liking, in red and blue of course! They wrap up rather tightly and don’t weigh too much so it was money well spent. Just wish I could find a good place to hang it – the afternoon siesta being one of the best ideas I have come across.

There not being much else of interest in Merida we booked our bus journey onward to Palenque. Yet ...

Piste journal: Mayan Magnificence

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:56:57 GMT

Leaving the hot, stinky, tourist ridden Cancun behind us, we headed off to Piste, a small town right on the doorstep of Chichen Itza. The 5 hour trip was uneventful and when we arrived in Piste, we quickly found a hotel on the main street and then walked the 2.5km to the Chichen Itza ruins. It was getting close to dusk but we managed to get in and have a quick peek before settling in for the light and sound show, memorable for the long winded pronunciation of “Chicccc cccchhhhhhhhennnnnnn Ittttttt ttttzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaa !”. It was a good, little production and really wet my appetite to come ...

Cancun journal: The Real Can Con

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:54:32 GMT

After being told we had to let down our football at the Ecuadorian security check, they suspected Pete was hoarding cocaine inside, we jumped on the plane and said goodbye to South America. It was a shame we never got to Venezuela, but I was looking forward to Mexico.

Cancun probably wasn’t the wisest choice to obtain some Mexican culture. The Fourth of July celebrations were in full swing and the town was swamped with partying Americans. The heat and humidity were unbearable and after finding a hostel to stay at we took off to the nearest pub with two Scotsmen. We discovered a bar that ...

Quito journal: Dodgy Blokes & Brad Pitt

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:51:55 GMT

The city of Quito is situated in a valley surrounded by lovely hills and looks quite pretty on the bus trip in. Quito is another colonial styled city and has some charming areas because of it. Our hotel was located close to the Old City precinct and seemed to be in a very dodgy area. Seedy, suspicious blokes milled around the streets at all hours of the day and night. You get the impression that if you happened to get lost, then a quick mugging is definitely on the cards. We stuck to the main streets and travelled in small groups, so didn’t get into any strife, but we did hear a few stories ...

Banos journal: The Toilet of Ecuador

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:50:05 GMT

Not to be disrespectful, but I was under the impression than Banos meant toilet. This amazing little town, nestled under a threatening, smoking volcano, is far from it. With a relaxed feel and jungle surrounds Banos makes a pleasant stay. The threat of volcanic ash turning you into a Pompei-like statue for future archaeologists to dig up, does take some getting used to. The volcano is constantly bellowing smoke and only recently the town was evacuated for fear of an eruption.

Our journey into Banos was quite an epic. The five hour journey eventually taking eight. Arriving at the town of ...

Cuenca journal: Blue Dome to Heaven

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:47:17 GMT

It was a pleasure to finally arrive at our destination, the border towns were pure filth, while Cuenca seemed clean and civilised in comparison. The city centre is pretty as a picture, its blue domed cathedral standing out.

With accommodation sorted, we hit the walking trail, wandering along the river for a quick scout of the city sights. We stumbled across some minor Incan ruins, but after seeing the masterpieces in Cusco, nothing else would impress me. The characteristic brickwork was to be seen, but the site was very small and hardly excavated. Apparently the site of Cuenca was once a ...

Trujillo journal: City of Mud, Border of Filth

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:45:27 GMT

On arrival in Trujillo we thought the best course of action would be to leave ASAP. This was a bit premature, so we gave it a couple of day’s grace. The hotel we stayed at proved interesting as we discovered a travel writer for Lets Go was staying. He seemed to spend most of his time in the foyer, bits of paper spread out over a table, typing feverishly into a lap top. I had a chat with him and he said the only worthwhile thing to do in Trujillo was to visit Chan Chan. Leaving him to complete his deadline, I took his advice to heart and hailed a taxi to Chan Chan.

Built in 900, Chan Chan ...

Lima journal: Cerviche on the Beachy

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:43:23 GMT

The one hour flight to Lima touched down and after catching a bus into Miraflores, a suburb of Lima on the Pacific coast; we found a great little hostel by the beach. It was run by 3 Israeli friends who created a great, relaxed and friendly atmosphere. The first night we were there was the Italy v Korea game which Korea (rather fortuitously) won. Game over, about 8 of us proceeded to a nearby go karting track where we had a wicked time racing each other. I stacked it big time after an overtaking move of mine went horribly wrong when the bloke in front totally closed me out. I hit the wall with ...

Cusco journal: Arequipa Looting

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:41:27 GMT

Back in Cusco it was back to the same routine. Lounging about during the day and watching the football at night. England got through to the quarter finals, thumping Denmark 3-0, but Ireland were unlucky to lose to Spain on penalties.

The good old South American demonstration was in full effect as the main plaza became inundated with protesters complaining about something or other. Tyres were burnt in the street and it started to get a bit ugly. The police were sent in and a few heads were cracked.

We had intended to head to Arequipa next but the 16 hour bus journey didn’t appeal so ...

Machu Picchu journal: City in the Clouds

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:39:13 GMT

Our train to Agua Calientes started at 6am, and from then on the excitement only grew. Passing through valleys, surrounded by massive mountains and jungle, made the trip an enjoyable experience. A lot of the tourists got off before Agua and I soon realised this must be where the Inca Trail began (though in actual fact the real trail begins in Cusco). Our stop was at the end of the line, however, the small, heavily touristy Agua Calientes. We didn’t linger as we were due to meet our guide, a local woman called Mery. Unfortunately she spoke very little English. We had 4 other members in our ...

Cusco journal: City of the Inca

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:37:07 GMT

The bus ride from Puno was long, laborious and painful. No toilet breaks meant an uncomfortable few hours. When we finally arrived at the bus station, all pain was forgotten. We were in Cusco, the ancient capital of the Incan empire, and one of the true wonders of the world. Cusco is in a word, brilliant. It may be a tad touristy, but that is what you get in a place like this. Everyone who travels to South America will pass through Cusco at some point. They would be denying themselves if they didn’t. Thought to have originally been built in the shape of a jaguar, most of the Incan structures ...

Puno journal: Deepest, Darkest Peru

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:34:44 GMT

After 30 years of dreaming I have finally made it to Peru. I have always been fascinated with this country and its amazing history and people. The bus trip to the Peruvian border were hassle free and the crossing over from Bolivia was painless. We had heard of some people having difficulty, but we had made it OK. It must have been the good impression I gave off! First impressions of Puno though, were not favourable. The most positive thing I could say, is that it makes a good step off point to Cusco. We only stayed a night but we found a good pizza bar and along with our newfound Canadian ...

Copacabana journal: No Showgirls, Nice Trout

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:32:43 GMT

Not THE Copacabana, but close enough that I sang the song for days on end. The three and a half hour trip from La Paz to Lake Titicaca was uneventful, though the scenery was quite spectacular, the mountains, the lake, and some Canadian girls. Nice. Upon reaching the lakeside town we quickly found a hotel and set off to explore. Trout was on the menu as was beer, though why Pete sold his Spanish phrase book for a jug of lager is beyond me! Closer to dusk, and a fair few beers later, we rather foolishly decided to climb the nearby hill overlooking the town and lake – a hill we had christened ...

La Paz journal: Life on the Inside

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:30:24 GMT

La Paz is a sprawling metropolis high up in the Andean mountains. The bus ride from Sucre takes you up and after reaching the outskirts of La Paz it suddenly shoots downward into the city below. Surrounded by a plateau, La Paz sits in a canyon and appears to be totally enclosed by cliffs. Called the Tibet of the Americas (who on earth comes up with these names?) it is the highest capital (Bolivia has two) at 3800m. It is also one of the most manic and unusual cities as well. It was certainly a memorable visit from me.

At our hotel we bumped into a few old friends, a Geordie couple we met ...

Sucre journal: The Mostly White City

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:27:51 GMT

So called the Athens of the Americas, by who I have no idea, it is easy to see where that description of Sucre, Bolivia’s capital stems from. Sucre is a pretty, little city and is mostly all white.

After jumping out of our original taxi because the driver insisted we stay at one of his commission hotels, we found our own hotel to our liking. Taking off around the city revealed a pretty place, but not much in the way of attractions as such. I visited the Liberator’s House after initially barging into a military guarded Palace by mistake. Escorted out by armed guard I was shown the correct ...

Potosi journal: Silver Mines of Doom

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:24:00 GMT

Potosi has a very long, rich, but tragic history. Throughout its colonial period, where it was quite literally the mint of Spain, thousands upon thousands of people died in its silver mines. Some say that in over 450 years, eight million people have died. How that is possible is beyond me!

Sprawling out under its infamous Cerro Rico (Rich hill); Potosi is an enthralling town to visit. Sitting at the 4100m elevation mark, it is a town where walking and wandering tires you out like no other. The Mint with its huge doors and fascinating tour is a must see. The Spanish used Potosi’s silver ...

Uyuni journal: Pass the Pepper, Please!

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:21:39 GMT

We had organised a 3 day 4WD trek into Bolivia a few days beforehand, and the day had finally come. Firstly though, we had to catch a bus up to the Bolivian border post and our 4WD would be waiting for us there. The trip up towards the volcanoes was amazing. Higher and higher we drove until we hit the snowline and were confronted by snow flurries that would last the day. We got to about 3500m when we arrived at a tiny, ramshackled outpost. This was the Bolivian border and after stamping our passports we were off again. Eventually we arrived at a small village on the shores of the gorgeous Lake ...

San Pedro de Atacama journal: A Martian Holiday

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:17:47 GMT

Located close to the border with Bolivia, San Pedro is a backpacker mecca – well and truly on the Gringo Trail. High up on a plateau, the village nestles at the base of some huge snow capped volcanoes. Not a drop of rain has touched this area in a generation and the vegetation, as you would expect, is pretty non existent. The countryside consists of bright red desert, and looking across the plains to the volcanic summits you could be mistaken for thinking you were on Mars. There is absolutely nothing, and it is beautiful.

The village is well catered for backpackers and thrives because of ...