Bus og togturen fra La Paz til Tupiza lykkedes fint. Det var spændende at se landskabet i stedet for at flyve. Der var godt styr på bagagen, den blev indleveret og udleveret mod bagagemærker. I toget sad vi på den bedste klasse. Der var TV der viste musikvideoer fra 60'erne til 80'erne. Vi spiste aftensmad i en spisevogn. Da vi skulle sove fik vi hver et tæppe og en pude. Der var nogle metalskodder som blev rullet ned for ruderne om natten, måske for at holde en lille smule på varmen. Ruderne var fyldt med tykke isblomster så det var pænt [View Full Entry]

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[url='/Videos/3128.html' onclick='dialog("/Videos/3128.html?popped=1","tbvideo",600,600);return false;'] Drunken Bolivian Party[url='/Videos/3268.html' onclick='dialog("/Videos/3268.html?popped=1","tbvideo",600,600);return false;'] Riding the Salar "You should be carrying a gun..." was the friendly advice of the owner of a restaurant in Oruro where we were treating ourselves to a slap-up meal after spending 8 days cycling through a remote part of Bolivia. A journey involving a salt desert, bad roads, an adopted dog, witchcraft, a drunken party and surviving a violent sandstor [View Full Entry]

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The days are just packed. Once I got to La Paz, I had a whirlwind of a week. Two weekends ago saw me exploring more of La Paz, but by Monday I was ready to see the surrounding area. My trip on Monday took me to La Calle de la Muerte (in English it's called The Death Road or The Road of Death, but to me the latter sounds a lot more sinister so that is what I will use). The Road of Death is a little north of La Paz and is the main route to get to the beautiful [View Full Entry]

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15 February, Thursday... Well, back in La Paz now. What to do? Lie in and then drink Bock, the Bolivian equivalent of special brew at 7% and quite moreish. Then some kind of carnaval/valentines party started at the hostel. Some kind of strawberry drink for free, spray foam being directed at my eyes and streamers. It was all very messy. 16 February, Friday... Woke up, watched some movies, then watched another. Then at 9pm got on a bus to Oruro - supposedly the best spot for caranavales in Bolivia. We even got to ride up front with the driver which [View Full Entry]

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So the mission was nearly complete - accommodation had actually been sorted out for us (thanks to Bella and Glen, old friends we had met in Buenos Aires, who had booked and paid something for us - legends), and we were on the bus from Uyuni. We arrived at about 6am in Oruro, and the festivities had already commenced. The town was a sea of colour, and everyone was dressed up to the nines. The carnival is actually officially known as the La Diablada carnival and is celebrated in honor of the patron saint of the miners, Vírgen de Socavon (the [View Full Entry]

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After much anticipation and planning, Laurence and I arrived in Oruro, Bolivia for this country´s version of Carnival. The exerience was something else, one that I will not soon forget. Arriving late Thurday afternoon, I explored streets filled with onlookers and drunken dancers. These groups, marching, dancing and singing in the streets prior to the main event on Saturday represented the smaller rural campesinos who also celebrate carnival. These small groups made up of dancing women and music playing me were a great introduction to the festivities to come and were a treat to watch. All [View Full Entry]

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Carnaval de Oruro: Fenruary 15-18, 2007 The Carnaval in Rio, Brazil may have acquired an international reputation throughout the years but the Carnaval in Oruro, Bolivia definitely deserves a visit! I will even say that this Carnaval is intimate as the stands along the road, where the dancers and musicians parade, are located only few meters from this colourful and loud spectacle! The Diablada, which started on February 17, represents the entrance of the devil in the city and consists of a multitude of orchestras and of colourful dancers with amazing costumes! We arrived at our seats a [View Full Entry]

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Had breakfast with John, Rach, Sophia and Teresa. Then later said goodbuy as everybody was either staying in La Paz or off in another direction. Infact John and Rach were going to attempt to cycle the worlds most dangerous road and I saw the opertunity of having limited time as a way of getting out of it. After breakfast I went out in search of munchys for my bus journey to Uyuni (13 hours plus stop and change at Oruro). I had the urge for cheese and onion pringles and couldnt find the dam things anywhere (I swear there were loads [View Full Entry]

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After spending a couple of days in Cuzco, relaxing after the inca trail (Bryce went white water rafting and Georgie had a massage and much needed pedicure!), we headed into the jungle for 2 nights. This was an amzing experience - very hot and humid dense rainforest. We saw quite a lot of wildlife, mainly monkeys, macaws, bats, priranhas, capybara (a rodent the size of a wombat), and cayman (related to the crocodile). The accomodation we stayed in was a lodge which basically meant that it was pretty open air - we had mosquito nets over us at night and we [View Full Entry]

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La Pazin lentokentälle saavuttuamme totesimme, että ei ollut enää niin kuumaa kuin Chilessä. La Pazin ollessa maailman korkeimmalla oleva pääkaupunki (4000 metriä) happeakaan ei ollut liikaa käytettävissä. Ei silleen, että oltaisiin haukottu happea viimeistä päivää, mutta pienikin urheilusuoritus (kuten rinkankanto 100m) pisti pikkaisen puuskuttamaan. Lentokentällä sitten pidettiin pieni palaveri koskien seuraavaa päämäärää. Päätettiin ihmetellä La Pazia myöhemmin ja lähteä suoraan Oruroon, noin neljän tunnin bussimatkan päähän etelään. Juuri ennen bussimatkaa kävimme syömässä. Paikkaan ilmest [View Full Entry]

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