Wednesday, 18 May 2011

Bolivia: La Paz and Peru: Lake Titicaca


So it's about time I updated this blog of mine about my recent travel adventures.

In April, a few uni friends (Hannah, Heather an Lisa) were travelling up from Argentina through Bolivia and would be eventually arriving in Peru in May. So when I was asked if I fancied meeting up with them for a week to do a bit of travelling in La Paz and Peru, i jumped at the opportunity to see some familiar faces!
After a pretty unreasonably priced flight, I arrived in La Paz a bit breathless, literally! with an altitude of over 4000m, the altitude was definately evident, even talking made me breathless.

So we arrived at the hostel around 2am after the girls picking me up in a taxi at the airport , and La Paz already seemed different to Lima.
We were staying in the Loki hostel, and i would recommend it! (However, be warned, La Paz is very much a drug spot, so any hostel is going to have coke/pill heads drinking water at 8am after just getting back from a club. Fair enough if thats for you, but in fact, I dont even think they got to actually see the city other than its through its bars and clubs. What a shame!)

Anyway, after a few hours sleep on my first night, the first day was exploration day, we had a nose around the centre of town and it was nice, however, the poverty in Bolivia was certainly evident and worse than Peru. But despite this, the people in Bolivia were so friendly and helpful!!

Then the illness hit, my friend Lisa wasn't feeling good at all! Be it the food, be it the altitude, who knows in South America, unfortunately its part of the travelling package, mysterious illnesses. But on her taxi ride home, she got caught up in the protests (see BBC news in april) and had to get out the taxi due to tear gas and ended up vomitting en route, the poor girl just wanted to get back to bed!!!

So whilst all this was happening to Lisa, me, Heather and Hannah visited La Paz's contemporary art museum. At first, it seemed a bit boring on the first floor but the other two floors were so good, particulary works of an artist called Hansmann, check him out! Here is one of his pieces.




That night me and Hannah decided to try out the La Paz nightlife, so in an attempt to avoid the 'line of coke with a shot' kind of places, we went to a club called Mangos (apparently a foreigners hangout). When we turned up it literally looked like a house party, the club itself is located in a converted house, very nice inside though however. And two very large cervezas and two tequilas later (all for a tenner), me and Hannah were certainly enjoying ourselves.

But it may have been the tequila which forced me to make the worst decision ever: to break the number one travel rule. DO NOT EAT STREET FOOD.
And plus it was Anticuchos which is basically a kebab of cows heart. But as disgusting as that sounds, cooked well, its delicious tender meat! A must for all meat lovers!
However, this was from a stand outside a club. BAD IDEA. because sleeping on a bunk bed and the drunken room spinning seems to encourage vomitting. Thats right all over my bed, EUGH. And this meant snuggling up to Hannah in her bed but not before a non-stop 10 mins of her laughing at my behaviour. DO NOT TRY THIS EVER.

So the next day, we kinda chilled, went to a few shops, bought a few souvenirs, and went to the best Mirador in La Paz (a viewpoint where you see all over the city), pretty impressive!

The next day we signed ourselves up for : Death Road. Yep pretty much as scary as its name.
Th death road involves mountain biking on the most dangerous road in the world *cue dramatic music* .
The road is mostly all downhill with one uphill part but most get taken up this in minibus, an option we took happily!

The scenery itself of this bike ride is so worth the fear. The road itself is about 12 feet wide with a possible 600 foot drop on your left side pretty much the whole ride. The ride starts in the mountains at over 4000m, cold but beautiful. Then the further you descend, the warmth hits, until you reach the Bolivian jungle. Breathtaking views throughout.
After hours of biking in contrasting climates, the relief of a cold beer at the end was fantastic!

The next day was leaving day from La Paz, next stop Copacabana, the town on the Bolivian side of Lake Titcaca. After good reviews of Isla Del Sol which you can only visit from here, we ended up enjoying the boat trip more than the island! the trip being only a few hours, we were only left with 50 mins on the island after an hour's boat ride, we didnt have time to see anything and climbing up the steps to reach the Inca monuments was just impossible at altitude, especially for Lisa who i quoe 'felt like her lungs were going to explode'.

Then we jumped a bus to Puno, the Peruvian Lake Titicaca point where we reached our basic but ok enough hotel, no bad for £5 a night!
Then before catching my 2pm bus back to Lima we managed to visit the most famous islands on the Lake, los Uros which are floating islands made from straw which they have to add extra layers to every 2 weeks.
A lotof tourists complain that they don't enjoy these islands because they are very commercial and exploitive of its inhabitants, and to be fair this is true, but all in all, they are worth the visit just to see this way of life! And the girls got to try their first sip of Inca Kola! A yellow but delicious Peruvian fizzy drink!
Lake titicaca is pretty and worth a visit but its just like a big lake basically, Lake Windermere in Peru perhaps?

I would recommend this trip, Bolivia and Peru are so cheap, Bolivia especially!!! Just don't eat the street food please!

Saturday, 12 March 2011

Ica / Huacachina

So after a week here, i was invited my two of the other volunteers to take a trip to Ica.
I knew absoutely nothing about it but happily agreed to have a little adventure.

Coach trips are so cheap here, it only cost about 11 pound for a return journey to Ica, a city four hours away. Nice!

So we actually stayed in a place called Huacachina (please google) its a natural oasis in the desert 10 minutes outside of Ica and my god is it beautiful. We stayed in a hotel called el Huacachinero, a fab hotel which for us was cheap as chips. We stayed in a 10 bed dorm which cost about 7/8 pound a night and the facilities were soooo good. It had its own pool/restaurant/bar etc!

So being in the desert we HAD to do some sand boarding, no?
So we jumped in a buggy and off we went into the dunes.
It was everything that you could imagine it to be, just breathtaking, dunes upon dunes, beautiful.
Then for the sand boarding...
I thought there would be more rules or safety regulations to it but no. Just a lie-down on a board and being told to keep your elbows on the board (to avoid what would be horrible sand-burn).
And it was incredible!!!!
It really was that feeling of freedom just WOW im sand boarding down a ridiculously high dune!!

Experiencing the sunset in the desert. CHECK.
It was unbelievable, a true kodak moment (ill have to work out how to upload photos onto this!!)

The next day we went to the Nasca Lines which are figures in the ground that have been there for centuries, nobody knows how or why they are there (kinda like crop circles i guess, but in the ground not crops). At first I wasnt too fussed, but it was actually quite interesting to hear all the theories surrounding them.

Then to the wineries...my favorite part of the day.
We got taken to two wineries, and got given soooo much wine to taste.
There is a very famous alcohol called Pisco here and its like 40% volume, its good but my god, strong! But there are also variations of pisco wine which is delicious sweet wine!! A must try!

We also ended up tastign wine with a famous Peruvian comedian (apparently), everyone was made up to see her etc and he bought us chocolates ... always appreciated!!

The next day I went to Paracas to see the Islas Ballestas, which are islands out to see which beautful birds, sea lions and penguins!! gorgeous!!

All in all, after only 3 days of trip, we managed to do and see quite alot and have a pretty amazing time.
I'd highly recommend Ica for any tourists to Peru.

Oh Peru!

So i am finally getting around to my 'hello ive arrived in Peru blog' only 3 weeks too late, but considering my track record for blog neglect, i havent done too bad, so lets begin...

The beginning
So after a mammoth 20 odd hour door to door voyage, i arrived in Lima airport bricking myself, not of what was to come but the fact that I had been waiting over half an hour for my suitcase to worm its way around the baggage turnstile, oh whatever we call those things. I was sure that all the new summer clothes / half of primark would never see the light of day. but of course they did eventually. panic over!

You know you see those T mobile adverts of about 100 people waiting at the arrivals, well its true, that does actually happen! Sooo many people with sooo many signs, however, the girl from the volunteer organisation thankfully enough had a bright pink dress on so i spotted her straight away!

then for my host family to arrive...
the most worrying thing was knowing that i'd have to speak spanish, a skill that requires alertness and knowledge, the two things i was definately lacking after a pitiful amount of sleep.
However, thanks to a english-speaking neice, we arrived home to a large chocolate cake to celebrate my arrival which i thought was really sweet!!

The school im volunteering at is pretty sweet too, modern, snazzy and the teachers are well friendly!! Classes start properly this week (its the beginning of a new school year) so im actually pretty looking forward to helping out, though the talk of the children learning from my pronunciation is humourous with my scouse twang still lingering despite my best posh voice, oh well!

All in all im getting more settled now, despite the craaaazy bus system (jump on jump off bascially anywhere) and the constant hustle and bustle, im quite enjoying it!! Im definately getting my bearings alot more now, so i can go wander and discover a bit more especially in the big gringa area (gringa = foreigner) of Miraflores, where i dont feel as though i stick out as much.

Ive discovered starbucks and alot of amazing food so far.... let the discovery continue....

Monday, 24 January 2011

Shit me, Im a sensitive soul today

My name is Emma and Im major in-limbo ponderer.

Its better to love and get hurt than to never love at all.

We've all experienced heart-break and if you haven't, then you're a lucky soul!
Heart-break, it can happen after a rough or even not so rough relationship break-up, missing the one you love, having to leave a loved one or even realising you can have what you want to happen with a certain person.

But this is not my point of discussion, what is, is that I believe, and you do not have to agree, is that if you don't try or throw yourself into it, then how can you ever know 'what if' or 'waht might have happened' and learn from the experience.
Of course everyone has at least one experience of going out with an idiot or simply a person who is not right for you, but it is definately all part of the learning curve, because these idiots make us realise that the nice ones are in fact NICE ones.

Love is pain, love is joy.
But if you don't let it in, how will you know?

Friday, 7 January 2011

Life motto

Ne rêve pas ta vie, vis tes rêves

Monday, 3 January 2011

The blog of all blogs: The male comparison : France V England

In July, before leaving the pool of life (liverpool) for the city of lights (Paris), my cousin jokingly said that I should base my Year Abroad project on comparing French men to the English, which at the time I laughed off, but now that is exactly what I am going to attempt to do..... Wish me luck!

Before France, I was never “I would love to marry a Frenchman” kind of girl, to be honest, they were just never my cup of PG Tips, therefore I was shocked to admit that near enough every day in Paris I “fell in love”, be it in the street or on the metro.

To be fair, Paris is full of beautiful people of all nationalities and races, so even if you’ve had a hellish day in work, somebody’s beautiful face can just make it a little bit better...

This aside, the crunch time... What are the differences about the men in France and England. But please take it with a pinch of salt as not ALL men in France act the same, and the same can be said for English guys too.

The big debate : Relationships in France

Les Francais , les romantiques?

So i’ve whittled my debate/analysis on two main areas of men behaviour, behaviour in clubs when attempting to pull and relationship behaviour.

Pulling behaviour

French men are forward, FACT. In a bar or on the street, they see no harm in a flirt or even a face rape. I have had the unfortunate luck of experiencing the particular act of facial rape which ok, is an over-exaggeration; however, this still involves the forceful measure of a guy attacking your face with his lips WITHOUT consent. Not fun. This has happened twiced, and twice I have explained my utter disgust and anger to the two said ‘mecs’.

One very interesting fact for those single ladies/men out there, if you need a cheap night out, it is possible to worm your way in with a guy in a bar and gladly receive free drinks all night. Tested and proven by various friends of mine!

Relationship behaviour

This is the BIGGY!

The French society loves relationships, a good majority of people are in relationships, the infamous english single life just doesn't exist!

The most remarkable thing I found was the quickness into relationships! I've known people who have been on two dates and the guy has popped the question "Do you want to go out?"

So why:

1) why is everyone in relationships?

Another thing Ive noticed is the dependance that girlfriends have on their boyfriends and the male dominance in many relationships ,STILL in 2011. Also, French guys have actually told me that a guy can cheat on a new girlfriend and its not seen as a big deal and it's just 'normal' and accepted HOWEVER, no way Jose can a girl do the same!! What year is it again?

But it has to be said, France has been and possibly may be seen for a long time as the country of infidelity and mistresses...

2)why the quick "let's go out"?

Maybe this links back to the previous question, and its just the way society works. People like to be in relationships, maybe as security or is France really the country of romantics?

My mate split up with her boyfriend whilst in France and then suddenly found herself surrounded by all her guy mates declaring their undying love for her! maybe just trying their luck??

But then sometimes I think to myself, maybe French guys aren't afraid to take risk, whereas english guys know that asking a girl out is seen as a big commitment. Or do we return to the infidelity issue and they are not afraid to commit because in fact, they don't initially see themselves as truely commited.

However, these are all big generalisations of French men, but I certainly have evidence to back this up!


So the perfect man???

Personally, the perfect man would be imperfect as if I didn't find an imperfection, that would seriously worry me, we all have ou faults, big or small.

My criteria:

Funny

Charming

Laid-back

Ambitious : they must have aims and ambitions of what they want to go in life.

A good eclectic music taste

A bit of a babe, well we all like a nice face don't we

And just generally a nice guy with good morals?


It'd say that's pretty fair, no?


Well this is just my opinion.....

Thursday, 30 December 2010

Perfection is accepting your imperfection

Society craves perfection, the perfect hair, the perfect body, the perfect teeth, the perfect life of happiness.

By why the obsession?
Nobody and nothing is perfect, that is one thing we can be sure about!
So why attempt to 'cure' it? which effectively is what we are trying to do

Beauty products for the best skin, hair, teeth.
Creams and Spanks for the perfect figure.

Let's just face it, it only makes us feel more imperfect and inadequate and encourages bad body and self-image.

As previously discussed, 20 years of living in a city where image is seen as the all important, I have learned that the only way to be perfect is to accept our imperfections.

Imperfection is perfection

I am impatient, I worry about little things, I crave love and affection

but don't we all??

We don't need to reject or try to fix our 'faults', we need to love and appreciate them in ourselves and in those around us, as they are what makes us, US!