Oof! Sorry it's taken us so long to sit down and blog again. We've been busy, busy busy.
Since we last wrote, we have flown with the Bolivian military to the mighty Amazon basin. In the steamy town of Rurrenabaque, we set off in a dug-out canoe to play with pirhannas (ooo!), alligators (ooo-oo!), dolphins (aaah!) and mosquitoes (ouch!). We spent two nights under canvas, went on hunts for anacondas and sang to the pink dolphins (they seem to take a liking to Damian's Bobby Darin impression).
Here's Dames stealing a banana from a relative (Damian's in the foreground).
When we got back from the jungle, Jules and Dames dressed for action (thanks John and Marie, for the Guinness T-shirt). We spent the next afternoon happily dangling from the canopy on a series of zip-wires, suspended 40m/130ft above the ground. One of the lines was more than 200m/1300ft long (Damian screamed like a girl).
First one to make a pirate comment gets a lick of the cat.
Damian gets into a fashion argument with an ex-Guinnness advert.
The Lady in the Van.
The Other Lady in the Van.
All our luggage is on that bus. On that bus is all our luggage. That bus, on that flimsy raft, contains all our luggage. Not that we were worried at all.
Here is a picture of Julia eating a banana. No camera tricks. No bribery, except, perhaps, te chocolate sauce. No llamas were harmed in the taking of this picture.
We took a (dodgy) bus to Cusco, in Peru. And, after a night's cocktails, we headed off at some ungodly hour on the Inca Trail. Six thousand steps, drizzling rain, scorching sun, bouts of flatulence and attacks by marauding llamas could not keep us from our stated goal of well-cooked chips and a decent cup of tea. Oh, and the ancient ruins of Machu Picchu.
Dames tries to remember the words to "Val-de-Ri"
Although it occasionally drizzled, Julia never let her sartorial standards slip.
Day three. Yes, it was absolutely stunning.
Oh look. More ruins.
Julia demonstrates the correct attire for incidents of llama attack.