There was nothing deep about today… except the steep canyon, its greedy mouth open wide to my left hand side. My mountain bike skids in the dust, but I’m alright. It’s just the Death Road..
Continue reading “July 25, 2016: It’s a Long Way Down… THE DEATH ROAD!”
This morning, I woke up on the bus from Potosi, just as we entered La Paz, and two million little lights called out in the darkness to welcome me. I was going to spend this day with the city. Continue reading “July 24, 2016: Cable Cars, Folk Masks, and Fighting Cholitas”
Inside the mines of Potosi, it is hot and the air is thick with silica and other particulate that will leave you with a nasty set of respiratory disorders if you stay here a few years. I’m just visiting to the morning, but it is telling that the guys who work here seem to be firmly between the ages of 18 and 35 or so. You don’t get old doing this job. Continue reading “July 23, 2016: An Offering for Tio”
Today was supposed to be so simple. Bus from Uyuni to Potosi, an easy four hour ride through the southern Bolivian Altiplano. Continue reading “July 22, 2016: An Authentic Bus Ride in Bolivia”
I’ve seen many incredible things, all over the world and not so far from home. Things that have left me at a loss for words, and things that have set me writing pages and pages. Continue reading “July 21, 2016: The Uyuni Salt Flats”
This city is a mad house. Continue reading “July 20, 2016: Losing it in La Paz”
It’s always the worst on days like these. Continue reading “July 19, 2016: La Paz and the Homesick Heartworn Blues”
On my last full day in Peru, I took a moment to slow down. Continue reading “July 18, 2016: A Morning with the Shoeshines, An Evening with the Dead”
Given the challenging conditions faced by people across Peru – from the isolated villages of the Amazon to the unforgiving Andean highlands – it should be no surprise that people have found a way to make a living in Titicaca, the world’s highest navigable lake. Continue reading “July 16-17, 2016: At Home with Faustina”
I spent last night on the floor of Lima’s Jorge Chavez International Airport. Now that Jasmine has gone home, I’ve pretty much given up on all of those silly frills and perks that girls like, like beds or showers. Continue reading “July 15, 2016: The Lake at the Top of the World”
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