Bear with me. This is going to take some brain power. Some real racking of the old memory, which is really not my strong point. Why? Well, I’ve left China now, but after living there for knocking on a year and a half, I realise I’ve barely accounted for six…
Wednesday 30th September 2015 – I’m going to put it out there and suggest that it would be an under exaggeration to say I looked slightly worse for wear upon my arrival in Rurrenabaque. Exhausted, bedraggled and covered head to toe in a thick layer of red dust, the owner…
Sunday 27th September 2015 – It was a bit more of a rush than I had hoped for. My attempts to explain to Julio that there was no point getting off the boat upon our 2AM arrival at Porto Velho, as there were no buses till 6:30, were fraught with…
