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Making Few Stops In Bolivia

The Illimani on the horizon

One thing is to travel and be captivated by a country. In your eyes everything is new, the landscape, the costumes, the faces speaking a different language. All those are fascinating experiences that leaves you craving for that very thing even more; more traveling. Now, it’s a completely new feeling to visit your own country and find yourself just as intrigued by it. This ought to be something close to being home-sick for a place you do not know, I say this because I had never been to most of these places. The only way I can explain it is that before, I only ‘liked’ the idea of visiting the ruins in Tiwanaku or walking in the salt flats, but I only ‘liked’ those ideas because I was born in Bolivia, these places were always close by. They never felt as alluring as seeing some foreign land that is far away. Today, living in another country I get to feel like an outsider and I see Bolivia with the same allure as a tourist.

In the roads to La Paz

While I was in the road I landed airports and arrived in bus terminals that although I didn’t know they made me feel welcomed because of the simple fact that I blended in. I felt home. One city that I had longed to visit, ever since my first visit almost eight years ago, was La Paz. To my surprise the city was named days before my arrival, as one of the new seven wonder cities of the world. Who new!. I have to only think for a few to find out reasons this happened.

  • La Paz is one of the highest cities in the world with 3627 meter above sea level (11,899 feet) and in parts like ‘El Alto’ up to 4150 meters (13,615 feet), the altitude sometimes welcomes the new comers with a mild headache.
  • Mountains surround the city, in some parts of the city one can see the peak of the Illimani, the most recognizable landscape in the city, at eye level.
  • 100 km southeast of the city, about an hour drive, one can visit Tiwanaku, an archeological site that was an important ceremonial centers for the Tiwanakan civilization, which were the predecessors of the Incans, this place was name by the UNESCO as world heritage site.

Those are few facts I know and I can back up without too much research, now, the city itself is always in a high or low slope, when walking you are either going up or down; people in La Paz have good lungs, cardio is part of their everyday life. Other interesting aspect of this city is watching the urban sprawl by the way of the cable cars, which for people in La Paz, is a transportation system more than an attraction. Looking down at this city surrounded by mountains, and specially the snowy peak of the Illimani, makes those mountains look even more monumental, they are positioned as if they were guarding the city. And I know there is more to see, because I was there only for one a day and a half before taking another bus to be back in the road.

Surreal, dazzling, endless, that was my impression of the Uyuni salt flats. When I arrived in Uyuni, Potosi; my next stop after La Paz, I was starring at the sky, half sleep half awake, amazed by the idea that I could have been dreaming, but not, I was looking at the stars from the bus’s window and I couldn’t believe the beauty of the night sky. Like looking at one of those pictures found in a National Geographic magazine. The view was such that stars filled the entire sky from top to bottom, the bus I was in was crossing mountains in a zic zac motion, and while in the road and among mountains the effect of seeing that sky was that stars were surrounding me, stars were at eye level; no need to look up to see them. I saw so many starts I felt as if I was looking at the entire milky way all at one glance.

Once I arrived, I checked-in in a hostel around 3 am, and next morning I head out to the salt flats. These pictures below are of that day in Uyuni.

Gate of the sun
Tiwanaku Archeological site
Monolith in Tiwanaku
Trains’ cemetery.
Island of the fish, Uyuni, Potosí.
Uyuni’s salt flats, Potosí.
Me and my sister, Sucre.
Downtown, Sucre.
Market stall, Sucre.
Market, Sucre.
Park Güembé, Santa Cruz.
Can I have an orange juice-please, Santa Cruz.
Casa del Camba, Botanical Garden, Santa Cruz.
Plaza 24 de Septiembre, Santa Cruz.

I wish I could have stayed in the road longer, but I had to go back to Santa Cruz to attend a wedding and spend Christmas there. I can’t complain, I saw my family, visited some friends, and got to travel. I absolutely loved it and recommend it. Go visit one of the seven wonder cities of the world, see some archeological sites, and meet other travelers. Bolivia is in the beginnings of a tourism’s awakening is a good time to visit.  Take it from an outsider and a local.

By peterveras

My name is Peter, I started to blog in my senior year of college. I enjoy writing and documenting things worth remembering.
My nombre es Peter, comencé este blog cuando estaba en mi último año de la universidad. Lo hice porque disfruto escribir y documentar las cosas que vale la pena recordar.

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