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The stories we tell, you'd never bolivias

I introduce you to possibly the funniest person ive ever met. Have you seen his watch? It glows. Have you seen his phone? Its a car. Have you seen his ring? It has a Llama on it. Who else falls off a 2 story balcony and walks it off. Introducing Hansen. 

(Tails, you are equally as hilarious you just dont fall off enough shit)

What do you get when you combine copious amounts of low grade alcohol, Wild Rover hostel and a tattoo artist?
Apparently a die hard Carl Sagan fan.
+1 point Bolivia

What do you get when you combine copious amounts of low grade alcohol, Wild Rover hostel and a tattoo artist?

Apparently a die hard Carl Sagan fan.

+1 point Bolivia

La Spaz and Emmas new found love for the robot
Wildrover La Paz, the mythical beast it was. Throughout our travels we had heard tales upon tales of people who had been forced to their knees (Some quite literally) to bow down to the great and holy, yep im going to say holy, power which Wild Rover just seemed to have over the people. It wasnt until we experienced it first hand that we began to understand its true nature. 
In the first two days there was a wedding in which I was married off to the bartender (I didnt even know his bloody name. Must be something about the way I say gin and lemonade. Most likely. Its pretty seductive. Wait until you hear me recite the recipe section of a Womens Weekly magazine) With my glimmering lycra covered page boy to my left and preist doctor assassin (Yes thats the only way you can actually describe what he was wearing) to my right, straw ring on my finger, I was wed at the bar. (Then minutes after divorced)
Thing about this photo is, we all have the memory of dancing on the bar with many other people. Then this photo emerged, seems to be not the case. 
Wild Rover the only place you start the night dressed as an elf and end up at the club in nothing but your underwear. 
+2 points wildrover  

La Spaz and Emmas new found love for the robot

Wildrover La Paz, the mythical beast it was. Throughout our travels we had heard tales upon tales of people who had been forced to their knees (Some quite literally) to bow down to the great and holy, yep im going to say holy, power which Wild Rover just seemed to have over the people. It wasnt until we experienced it first hand that we began to understand its true nature. 

In the first two days there was a wedding in which I was married off to the bartender (I didnt even know his bloody name. Must be something about the way I say gin and lemonade. Most likely. Its pretty seductive. Wait until you hear me recite the recipe section of a Womens Weekly magazine) With my glimmering lycra covered page boy to my left and preist doctor assassin (Yes thats the only way you can actually describe what he was wearing) to my right, straw ring on my finger, I was wed at the bar. (Then minutes after divorced)

Thing about this photo is, we all have the memory of dancing on the bar with many other people. Then this photo emerged, seems to be not the case. 

Wild Rover the only place you start the night dressed as an elf and end up at the club in nothing but your underwear. 

+2 points wildrover  

How we felt when told we copaca CANT get out of the town.

The follow conversation happened briefly after spending the night with the always comforting sound of gunshots outside the hostel. 

"So when does the bus strike end?" 
"Oh, umm maybe next week"
"Oh… So is there anyway of getting out of this town"

"No"

”.. a cab maybe”

"No"

When told there was a bus strike and there was no possible way of getting out of the town, we deemed it the end. (You think Im exaggerating here, but youd be surprised at your attitude towards life when youve spent the night before cuddling the toilet because Bolivians doing a weird thing and powerful things with food) But never you worry fellow friends, we were soon told by the trusty hotel receptionist there infact was a way out, The power of the legs. An hour walk he says. Just to the next town he says. 

3 hours, 2 border crossings, 2 buses, 1 cab, 8 kilometres ( With you know a casual 20kg of luggage. Do you even lift? Well yes, yes now, now I can say i do) and a big ass patch of 3rd degree burns later, I have to say, I would have rather spent the next day filling my eye lids with jelly and converting to mormon than do that again. 

What was supposed to be a 2 hour bus ride, slowly developed in the 9 hour jam packed adventure which was our trip to La Paz. It was like a terrible version of Space Jam, with more food poisoning and slightly less black holes, but equal amounts of basketball which is the main thing, right? 

 

Barley Cop(acabana)ing
Copacabana, the home of Lake Titicaca and quite possibly the rudest people in the world. In Bolvia, the local people have this this ceremony when theyre born. Its a little similar to a christening only instead of water being poured on the innocent temple of a younger, a giant Fuck Off is tattooed across their forehead to prevent any future misunderstandings. 
Oh youre in my shop and youre trying to give me money for a banana? I will continue to sit here and ignore you. You know why? Because lets face it, youve interrupted my sitting and staring at the wall patterns which ive been working on all bloody morning. You inconsiderate prick. 
Welcome to Bolivia. Where the people are rude, the food is poisonous but everythings so cheap the first two things are irrelivant. 
 (One thing weve discovered on this trip is that were completely useless at keeping track of more than 6 things at once, we had our camera stolen, so Ive used my best judgement to chose a photo that would most accurately portray our time in Copacabana)
 

Barley Cop(acabana)ing

Copacabana, the home of Lake Titicaca and quite possibly the rudest people in the world. In Bolvia, the local people have this this ceremony when theyre born. Its a little similar to a christening only instead of water being poured on the innocent temple of a younger, a giant Fuck Off is tattooed across their forehead to prevent any future misunderstandings. 

Oh youre in my shop and youre trying to give me money for a bananaI will continue to sit here and ignore you. You know why? Because lets face it, youve interrupted my sitting and staring at the wall patterns which ive been working on all bloody morning. You inconsiderate prick. 

Welcome to Bolivia. Where the people are rude, the food is poisonous but everythings so cheap the first two things are irrelivant. 

 (One thing weve discovered on this trip is that were completely useless at keeping track of more than 6 things at once, we had our camera stolen, so Ive used my best judgement to chose a photo that would most accurately portray our time in Copacabana)

 

Tagged with:  #cheese  #copacabana  #bolivia
When Macchu Hitschu.
But I must say, all of the below, the bicycruelty, the trekking, the dog stealing and swastikas, it was all so worth it, just to see this incredible piece of badass land. Check that stair work, just check it. 

When Macchu Hitschu.

But I must say, all of the below, the bicycruelty, the trekking, the dog stealing and swastikas, it was all so worth it, just to see this incredible piece of badass land. Check that stair work, just check it. 

Tagged with:  #macchu pichu
Followed by a bunch of these. 

Yes they are ust as hilarious as the internet makes them out to be. Believe it or not.( But you should believe it, because… its true)
Followed by a bunch of these. 
Yes they are ust as hilarious as the internet makes them out to be. Believe it or not.( But you should believe it, because… its true)
Tagged with:  #llamas
As apart of our South American experience we chose to take on the Inca (jungle) trail*
How Maccu Picchu has changed our lives. What we now know for a FAKT: 1. Drawing a swastika on someone’s forehead will never win you friends 2. This activity never really goes down THAT well with large groups of Israelis… Or Germans. I wish this photo wasnt as dark. 
*half true, both in the word “chose” and “inca trail”. We essentially took the easiest option apart from taking a car to get to Machu Picchu…. It was an experience is probably never choose to do again. God I could go some bacon…

As apart of our South American experience we chose to take on the Inca (jungle) trail*

How Maccu Picchu has changed our lives. What we now know for a FAKT: 
1. Drawing a swastika on someone’s forehead will never win you friends 
2. This activity never really goes down THAT well with large groups of Israelis… Or Germans. I wish this photo wasnt as dark. 


*half true, both in the word “chose” and “inca trail”. We essentially took the easiest option apart from taking a car to get to Machu Picchu…. It was an experience is probably never choose to do again. God I could go some bacon…

Tagged with:  #swastika  #german  #macchu pichu
Number 3. . When going down a steep ass winding hill in pouring rain, a helmet and brakes are two things that are just uneccessary, according to our guide.

+2 points of the South American safety standards.

Number 3. . When going down a steep ass winding hill in pouring rain, a helmet and brakes are two things that are just uneccessary, according to our guide.

+2 points of the South American safety standards.

Tagged with:  #safe  #bike
What’s worse than stealing someone’s pet? Number 4,  Our introduction to Peruvian safety standards. - imagine getting breakfast in bed. Now think of the tray that breakfast is on. Now times that tray by 3, replace the bottom with 3 planks of wood, remove one side and make the handles metal… Now I want to you imagine you’re being pulled across a river in it with another person. SUSPENDED 200 metres in the fucking air!
Now imagine seeing that pet you’ve just stolen being pulled across, shaking like one of those robotic chickens you got at Easter time.

*yes, that is us in the basket but I promise you there was a dog in there after. Scouts honor. 

What’s worse than stealing someone’s pet? 
Number 4,  Our introduction to Peruvian safety standards. 
- imagine getting breakfast in bed. Now think of the tray that breakfast is on. Now times that tray by 3, replace the bottom with 3 planks of wood, remove one side and make the handles metal… Now I want to you imagine you’re being pulled across a river in it with another person. SUSPENDED 200 metres in the fucking air!

Now imagine seeing that pet you’ve just stolen being pulled across, shaking like one of those robotic chickens you got at Easter time.

*yes, that is us in the basket but I promise you there was a dog in there after. Scouts honor. 

Tagged with:  #Peru  #safety  #cool ass river  #dog