When I first saw photos of the Salar de Uyuni salt flats, I knew that I had to go there. The pure, desolate landscape was unlike anything I had seen, or knew existed. The rumbling trip through the endless white desert did not disappoint. After over 1000km covered in 3 days by 4×4, I had seen everything from hexagon salt flats to a 900 year old cactus; from volcanic rock formations to hundreds of flamingoes in various coloured lagoons. The journey was rough, but well worth it, and a real reflection of my experience in Bolivia as there were many highs and lows throughout my trip. Threats of riots along with bumpy “roads” and crappy “toilets” as well as a severe lack of good food really tested my sprit at times. But despite this there were beautiful moments caught in between the modernity of everyday life and the traditional ways of the indigenous people. Mountain biking down the Death Road amongst lush greenery and waterfalls; hiking through the quiet town of Sorata nestled in the hills; discovering a farm run by an Irish nun on a mountaintop; and one of the more surprising experiences: ending up in a yoga class with Hare Krishna devotees. I love some of the shots I took – because they remind me of one thing about Bolivia: expect the unexpected.
I had dreamt of trekking the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu for some time now. Hiking in the footsteps of the Incas to the mysterious city hidden in the clouds sounded like a fascinating and challenging experience. While there were many memorable moments from my trip to Peru: learning about the exotic biodiversity of the Amazon; strolling through the charming city of Cuzco; swimming in the freezing waters of Lake Titicaca – the highlight of the trip was still Machu Picchu. From our amazing team of porters and chefs, to listening to ghost stories and playing endless rounds of cards; conquering rocky Inca steps to nearly being run over by a llama – the whole experience is now embodied in that classic shot of Machu Picchu.