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..
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”
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”