Hotel Cortez Santa Cruz
Av. Cristobal de Mendoza 280, P.O. Box 626 Santa Cruz, Bolivia
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Death train by name and nature
Well we survived the infamous death train! And it wasn't that bad to be honest! It was slow, it was noisy and it did bump all over the place but these things become part and parcel of travelling and you have to put up with it. 18 hours after we set off we arrived in Santa Cruz. I donīt really have much to say about Santa Cruz because we didnīt …
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Santa Cruz you´re not that far
... the food we got in Brazil. Apparently this isnīt a coincidence because Santa Cruz prides itself on being quite Brazilian. In the Santa Cruz airport there is a "mirador" where you can go and watch the planes land, which I thought was rather nice. However, because of the sweltering heat we spent most of our time sitting inside. It was a shame we didnīt get to look around because Santa Cruz sounds pretty interesting but it just means Iīll have to come back in the future!
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Santa Cruz & Amboro Jungle
... great meal, given the fact that he only had a small campfire and a single pot (fried potatoes with mayonaise, a pouched egg, tomato, salad and carrots).
The last morning, tuesday november 22nd, we hiked for 3 hours towards another really nice cascade, and around noon we were picked up by the owner of the travel agency with the jeep. He remembered well that we had mensioned how much we like the fruits here, so on the way back he stopped where he could to get fresh ...
Back to Life Again
... A wheelbarrow full of 3,619 Zimbabwean Dollars. So how does he manage? Well, he bangs the bongo hoping for cash donations, asks people for their scrap food, occassionally sleeps in a hammock outside and hitchhikes around as much as possible. And bathing and laundry seem to be the first expenses cut to keep within these strict cost control measures.
Back in Panama I had met a German guy with shoes ...
Santa Cruz - Back to a decent altitude!
... backed up a few deep. This one had 10's of kilometeres of busses, trucks, taxis and cars. Of course we didn’t know it was a road block and everyone started panicking on the bus. "Does anyone speak English" Shell yelled. No answer. We were out in the middle of no where surrounded by trucks and a heap of Spanish people yelling on the bus. A little scary. We found someone who spoke a little English who explained what was going on. It eased ...


