Iīm quite behind, arenīt I? I realized today as I logged in that I have not updated the blog since Southern Peru, which is hard to believe considering Iīm currently relaxing in beautiful Buenos Aires, Argentina! For the sake of keeping a chronological order to my blogs, I will back track by posting this blog under the "Bolivia" section and turning back the date a bit to July 8th, my last day in the countryīs de facto capital.
After departing from Cuzco on an overnight bus, Ryan and I found ourselves staring out at a brilliant sunrise over Lake Titicaca and wrapping up in a few extra layers to ward off the bitter cold. We reunited with a Japanese friend, Yoshi, whom we had met on our rafting trip near Cuzco, had a great alpaca lunch, walked around a bit, and discovered that one of Peruīs poorest cities was actually a pleasant place to linger. In our hostel that evening, we were made fast friends with an Australian chef named Lee who had traveled up from Chile and was bound for Bolivia. Gathered for a great dinner with new friends (including Yoshi, Lee, another Japanese traveler and an English engineer
who lived in Tanzania), we chatted, laughed, and ultimately, decided a round of drinks were in order. Hours later in the bohem bars, Ryan and I decided to spend more time getting to know our new Aussie mate, packed our gear, and prepared to set off for Bolivia. We reunited with Lee in the Bolivian lakeside town of Copacabana the following day after a rough border crossing and a few cramped cambi rides. Lee introduced us to Wayne, an Irishman he had met on his bus who had been traveling overland from Mexico (!) and the four of us became inseparable. After realizing that the placid town of Copacabana was, well, pretty but placid, we teamed up with a few Canadians and another Aussie and took a cambi to La Paz. Barreling out of the cambi on a busy La Paz street, the seven of us took a moment to catch our beath (La Paz is about 10,000 feet above sea level and the pollution was eye-stinging) before humping down the hills with our heavy backpacks. We decided to stay at the Adventure Brew hostel - perhaps the only hostel in South America with its own microbrewery - and after
situating ourselves in the dorm, ventured upstairs for a well deserved pint. Took in the sights the next day and celebrated our Independence that evening over hamburgers, hotdogs, and beer (prepared especially for the Americans by the hostel). We woke late the following morning, and while the others toured a prison (not my cup of tea) I walked around town, did some shopping, found the mercado de brujos (witches market) selling dried llama fetuses, herbal potions, and other bizarre items, and generally enjoyed the myriad of colors, smells, and sounds in the bustling city. Boarded a bus the next day and went to see the Titanes del Ring, a wonderfully strange wrestling event that attracts a mostly Bolivian audience. The wrestlers are actually women dressed in their traditional clothing, who proceed into the ring and hammer each other while the audience cheers and shouts. The wrestling women are actually revered as local celebrities, and to watch their athleticism and agility was quite a treat. On our last day, Lee, Wayne, Ryan and I geared up (and signed a bundle of wavers) for a 64 kilometer storm down the "Worldīs Most Dangerous Road" which is a title given to the swath
of gravel and mud given by the World Bank in 1995 after discovering that more accidental deaths occur here than any other stretch of road in the world. Not deterred, we followed our experienced guide from our starting place in Cumbre (at a dizzying 16,000 feet above sea level) down the curving, slippery trail with 600 meter cliffs on our left, rampaging motorists on our right, and not a single gaurd rail to be found. Said a long goodbye to our friends that night, woke up early on the eighth, and left airless, polluted (but very charming and authentic) La Paz for Buenos Aires. Thatīs the news for now, Iīll give you the lowdown on Buenos Aires (which is stunningly beautiful and thoroughly enjoyable) very soon! Take care all.
MacawNear Coroico, Bolivia.
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Send Private MessageJust like hearing about your foray into Ivory Coast and the machine- gun-toting soldiers, I'm so glad to know about your bike excursion on the Death Road AFTER you got down safely!!! Love the photos of you and your friends and the feathered and furry tykes too. Looking forward to seeing you again soon. Enjoy the rest of your trip. Love, Mom
Great pictures! I can't wait to see all the pictures! I'm so glad you're in Buenos Aires! It's a beautiful city! I was afraid of you and Ryan going to Bolivia because of the dangerous roads, political problems, etc but I guess you had the experience of you life! Take care and looking forward to seeing you next week. Marcela
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