After cable cars magically lifted our bicycles and us up and out of the deep valley of La Paz, we cycled back onto the open grasslands of the altiplano. Soon we were cruising along the shore of the enormous, high-altitude Lake Titicaca - the mythical birthplace of the Sun and the Moon. We then said ‘goodbye’ to Bolivia, and ‘hello’ to Peru, the other country that shares the legendary Lake Titicaca.

Cycling north out of Uyuni, Bolivia, we were surrounded by mostly-empty landscapes occupied by more vicuñas than people - where the wind whipped up towering sand storms that had us running for cover. As we got closer to La Paz, villages surrounded by dusty quinoa fields became much more frequent, and sheep replaced the vicuñas. Eventually we were able to immerse ourselves in the cultural kaleidoscope of La Paz - a heady mix of traditional mysticism and modern commerce - capped by a plunge by bicycle down the infamous Death Road.

Over the course of three days we would gain nearly 10,000 ft (3,050 m) in elevation as we cycled upwards into the Guatemalan Highlands. This rural and rugged region is home to the Mam Mayans, who maintain many customs that date back hundreds of years, including wearing their traditional, woven and embroidered garments. We were fortunate to pass through one town during their lively, annual Heritage Fair. From there we plunged out of the highlands into the big city of Huehue, in time for the celebration of All Souls Day among the tombs in the municipal cemetery.