From time to time, we all dream about a last-second escape to anywhere. Whether it’s because funds are running low or you’re hoping to squeeze in your 6th holiday of the summer, there are plenty of reasons to go last-minute – and thankfully, there are plenty of holidays to suit your wish-list, too!
Cheap last minute holidays come in many different shapes and sizes. If you’re opting for a package holiday, you can often find some amazing deals around 4 – 6 weeks prior to the departure date. This is a great time to search as it’s the point at which many tour operators lower their prices in order to try and boost sales and sell off those last few remaining seats.
Of course, last-minute holidays usually have very low availability so if you see something you like, you’ll need to act fast. The same is especially true for cheap last minute holidays, as the lower the price, the higher the demand. The best way to bag a last-minute bargain is to keep your criteria is loose as possible. Try to keep an open mind and don’t pigeon-hole yourself into a specific destination, departure date or hotel star rating – instead, search by price and be prepared to spend a few hours performing different searches. You’ll soon get an idea of the cheapest locations.
It’s all about being flexible, and if price is truly your priority, you’ll have the lion’s share of last-minute bargains. To find out more about late deals leaving soon and to start your search, check out a major tour operator like The Co-Operative Group and use the search panel to look for last-second escapes or browse their list of selected deals to find one that takes your fancy.
Just think, you could be booked, packed and jetting off to warmer climes in just a few short weeks… that’s last-minute holiday heaven!
*This post was sponsored.
Sometimes it’s ok to be selfish. Like when you discover that hole-in-the-wall restaurant that changed your world, and you don’t tell everyone you know about it. Because, you know, then it wouldn’t be special for you. But then there are places that are so special that it seems a crime not to share them, even if that does eventually lead to an unwelcome change of foot traffic.
Such was my dilemma with the Quantati island on Lake Titicaca.
The floating reed islands on Lake Titicaca are world renowned, definitely no secret to the throngs of tourists who pay to visit the islands for a few hours, experiencing a watered down version of the traditional way of life. However, there is one island only that allows guests to sleep on these floating reeds, serving as a tiny hotel on the water. Quantati island is run by a small family that has lived their whole lives on the lake. Upon arriving at the bus station in Puno, my two companions and I were met by a smiling face (albeit little English) and were promptly taken to a tiny motorboat at the water’s edge. We chugged along, the small, dark shapes getting closer and closer until it became clear that these masses were large floating mounds of reeds. They started off small, some completely abandoned while others had a small herd of cows grazing. Slowing, the islands grew larger and signs of habitation emerged.
We approached our designated island, and jumped off onto the springy ground. As I looked around I noticed that the island contained a mini replica of a village, all forged out of reeds. There were comfortable sized huts, lounge cushions, a lookout tower, even boats, all thatched from the same substance as the ground I was standing on. Over the next three days I spent my time lazing about in the warm sun (reeds are surprisingly comfortable!), going on fishing trips with our hosts, eating some of the best meals of my life, and daring to cannonball into the ice-cold waters of Lake Titicaca.
It was a magical time, where time seemed to stand still, and life was comprised of simple pleasures.
One of my favorite things to happen during a trip is an unexpected stopover. While I used to plan out my trips so aggressively that I had a detailed itinerary for every minute away, I now have a loose idea of where I want to go, and try to just be in the moment. If I like a city more than I expected, I have the time to extend my stay there. If someplace is not living up to its hype, than I have no issues leaving sooner. However, there are those wonderful moments when you discover a place you did not even know existed, and your trip changes its entire course.
That was the story of how I came to visit Chala. During my 2012 trip to Peru, I was at the southern tip of the country, having completed the Inca Trail, and was ready to head back up to Lima. However, after my previous experience with a 20 hour bus ride I knew that I needed to break up the trip. After consulting several bus schedules, and numerous maps I found a tiny village that would give me a 12 hour respite from the stomach churning bus journey. It was Chala.
This tiny fishing village was so small, it is no wonder it escapes the well worn gringo path. The buildings are mostly dilapidated, there are no historic sites to explore, and speaking English is a huge challenge. Yet the quiet of this small town drew me in, and I found myself wandering the beach and admiring the strange patterns drawn by the seaweed washed ashore. The cluster of colorful fishing boats were a beautiful site, looking more decorative than you would imagine from the chief industry of a city. Finally, as I prepared to leave for the bus station on the second leg of my journey North, I watched a sunset so fiery and pure, that it looked as if it had been painted onto the sky.
Indeed, this trip out of necessity had turned into an indelible memory of simple joys.
My two-month journey through Peru was filled with so many moments of joy, adventure, new experience, and excitement, that sometimes it is hard to pull out a particularly wonderful moment. However without a doubt one of the highlights of this trip was my visit to Huacachina. A desert oasis, Huacachina is surrounded by sand dunes on all sides, towering so high above as to cast shadows over the little city. Sand buggies are the vehicle of necessity out here, and sand boarding is the exercise (and leisure) of choice.
Once you leave the small town and wander up the steep dunes, whether by buggy or on foot, your senses are immediately heightened. Everything around you seems to fall away, and the world itself seems to expand. Problems that once felt insurmountable, were now mere flicks of annoyance, and the sense of self-power grew stronger. Standing there, on the peak of one of the highest dunes, I felt for just one moment that I could achieve anything.