The accommodation I booked for my South American trip varied. As with pretty much everything you consider safe and affordable I had a few disappointments and misjudgments. What’s pricey and luxurious does not always translate into warm, friendly and comfortable. Safety and location are my usual priorities, although you cannot rule out unexpected visitors, weather conditions, failures. South America was not different. I stayed in lodges, hostels and hotels with various experiences when it comes to service and comfort.
A small, compact kitchen in the hippy hostel Chulla, 4km from the bus terminal. It was like camping site type cooking under the roof. I was too much into the city exploration that I barely used it. Just to make myself a nice well deserved cup of coffee or boil some water for noodle pot.
I didn’t take any photos of my dorms just the kitchen while waiting for my water to boil and mobile to get charged.
That was me, trying to brush up on my Spanish, drinking Spanish beer. The place was really cool and funky for young travellers. To some, it may look like an actual bar/jazz club to party with some bunk beds upstairs. Although I didn’t fit the description of typical residents here, I felt welcome and received much help with regards to my Galapagos trip. I stayed here for two nights, flew to the Galapagos for a week, and returned here for another two nights before flying again, this time, to Lima, Peru.
This place was practically to myself fo all three days I resided here. It lacked a coffee table, which in my opinion can seriously affect the enjoyment of your beloved drink.
The room was spacious with a build-in bathroom and a TV set. Again, It was a well equipped Eco hostel which suited my needs.
Kitchen and dining area with all the necessary appliances. A goodbye breakfast served before my departure.
Scored quite high in TA rankings, and for good reasons. It was worth the money I spent.
The only photo I manage to take. The front door to my room, in the evening. I stayed here just for one night but, I really enjoyed the atmosphere here. It was quiet, with a garden and enormous kitchen in the separate building, open all night for you to use.
The view from a hostel’s terrace while waiting for my breakfast. It wasn’t busy with tourists and only opened it for me at that time. When I first went upstairs it was locked with a chain. 20 min later I was sipping my coffee.
Simple breakfast, yet nutritious one. Muesli and scrambled eggs, not bad. Ahh and strong expresso to kick off the day of exploration.
Word of advice, wear a hat and apply suncream all the time. I neglected this part for three hours one day and paid the painful price. Inconsiderate, careless, whatever, I learned the lesson but suffered a few days of burning sensation to my scalp and nose.
I flew to Cusco from Lima, then hired a taxi to Ollantaytambo. I arrived around 8pm. The lodge was just on the other side of beautiful ancient ruins and a museum. Most importantly, I was nearer my tomorrow’s destination, Machu Picchu.
The room I booked offered two beds. One to sleep in, the other to sort out my gear on.
Poor quality picture of the room. TV channels offered some interesting movies. Again, not too much time for it if you are surrounded by beautiful landscapes and historic sites.
LA PAZ, BOLIVIA
The hotel was pricey but service very helpful. The restaurant in the morning offered this view from the top floor.
Plenty of food to choose from. One wonders what the best option would be, eat light and move on or just indulge in all to satisfy the stomach and wallet. I tried to be reasonable but couldn’t resist some of the fruity options. I would burn all of it within the next four hours of walking in the city, anyway.
Unfortunately, I only managed to capture a photo of the view from my window. This depicts the atmosphere and climate of this part of Vallegrande elegantly. I was visiting Vallegrande shortly before General Election.
You could tell it had a massive Spanish influence with all this architecture. Beautiful.
LA HIGUERA, BOLIVIA
After a bumpy ride from Vallegrande to La Higuera, I finally got to the place I had long been intending to visit and actually stay overnight. The Casa del Telegrafista.
This is, or used to be a strategic place for the Che Guevara crew to exchange intelligence during Bolivian upheavals in the 1960s. One of the most authentic museum/lodges devoted to one piece of history.
Basic yet warm bedrooms with stoned floor and candles. I had a nice sleep with predicably strange dreams of battles and victories.
Here is a nutritious breakfast in the museum type room. On the wall their photos of crucial moments of Che and THE telephone apparatus from the 60s.
After a long day, I was treated with almost king like dinner. Although optional and not cheap it was well worth the price for this culinary experience.
Again, the only photo of my room in Uyuni. The highlight of this place was king size bed and Netflix which was somewhat new to me. With multiple options how could anyone focus on it in a town like Uyuni? The room was not cheap but had ll I needed to refresh, rest and sleep. Even the bed was too comfy and I had to remove the upper layer of mattresses. The hotel offered many activities, bikes, and tours that you would have to be either bored or fussy to notice any inconveniences. The hotel staff was VERY helpful and treated residents with great attention, advice. They took this extra mile with any request you could have.
BUENOS AIRES, ARGENTINA
Ohh, Buenos Aires hotel. That was a location challenge. This place looked like a hidden gem. From outside there was no clear sign at all, I ended up walking around and asking locals where it was. Once inside you feel like an old Victorian hotel.
Reception area with the entrance to the hall upstairs.
This bathroom was actually outside the room and on some sort of terrace. So using it required leaving your room and face the fresh air. Basically, my room was on the top floor accessed through very steep and narrow stairs.
So yes, to your left there was an open-air balcony, and to your right, you had a bathroom. Before that were those steep and narrow stairs to the reception area. IT was like climbing one of those middle ages towers.
Finally, my bed. Wide enough to spread my travel staff, maps and some snacks before setting off to the city.