Bolivia: Sweet Redemption

After hearing we’d been to Bolivia at the beginning of our trip, the first question out of everyone’s mouth was, “how was Uyuni?”, home of the world’s largest salt flat. We didn’t have an answer… because we didn’t go. We were only in Bolivia for a short time and had to catch a flight to Patagonia, we explained to disappointed, dumbfounded faces.

We quickly learned we’d made an epic travel mistake by not going and were bummed we’d missed what many called a highlight of their travels. Fortunately we got an opportunity to redeem ourselves on our way back to Lima to catch our flight home.

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The Countdown Begins…

Our trip is drawing to a close, and while we’re working on catching the blog up to present day, we wanted to send out a real-time update to those of you who have been following along religiously (i.e. hi Mom!)

We just got off a 24 hour bus from Tacna, the southernmost city in Peru, to Lima, and have decided to stay here until we fly home on June 3. For those of you who read our first post and are thinking, weird, I thought you guys hated that place, let me explain…

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Bo-livin It Up

Visiting Bolivia was sort of an accident, and our first diversion from our 3 countries in 6 months plan. We originally thought we’d work our way down slowly on buses from Peru into northern Chile, but we had some good friends coming to visit that were interested in going to Patagonia (i.e. the very tippy end of the continent). Chile is that lonnngg skinny country on the map that looks like a subway sandwich – when rotated ninety degrees I believe it wraps around the world thrice – so the most practical option was flying. We were happy to make this change as Patagonia was high on our list and not a place we probably would have made it on our own, but to fly, we had to find our way to the nearest large city. Enter: La Paz, Bolivia.

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Kristy Reviews Non-Midwestern Lake; Finds It Acceptable

Copa… Copacabana.

Marea forbade me from singing that song while we were visiting the namesake on Lake Titicaca* (hehe), and now my privilege of even speaking of the beach-town has been revoked.

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