Bondiola rutera

On the outskirts of La Paz is El Alto, about 4000 meters above sea level, from where La Paz looks down, like a hole in the ground. We passed the data that practically free we could park in the airport of El Alto and stay as long as we want. So we avoided going down to the city with the bondiola, which we thought was a great idea. Like Tom Hanks we settled in the terminal, making use of bathrooms and wifi, a luxury.

In the streets of Bolivia we always find people selling all types of merchandise. Anyone can stand in any sidewalk or street, on the floor, with a cart or a stand and offer their merchandise. Sometimes they are peasants who carry their vegetables or their animals, other resellers of anything from warehouse, hardware, etc. In Bolivia you do not need to enter a supermarket, in fact there are hardly any of them ...

We walk this way the streets of the high, surprising us with everything that can be bought in the street. We passed a fair where they sold many kids, all their parts separately: meat, leather with all their skin and head (no idea to use it, so with hair and everything), quite impressive! We use the cable car to get to La Paz, the new means of transportation that is under development (continue to incorporate lines) to relieve some of the problems. buses and lower pollution. It is impressive the smog cloud seen from El Alto.

The city was not very chaotic or too interesting. We find characters dressed in zebras standing on the pedestrian path to make the vehicles respect the crossing of the pedestrian. Unfortunately in Bolivia you have to walk with 4 eyes, very attentive in the corners, no car brakes to make way in a corner and if you want to bend and you are crossing horn you to run, but never stop ...

Mercedes Peña, watercolors
The participants in the course, watercolorists from Seville and some from Huelva, follow closely the execution of the work. The photo I took with the ipad, as I could, from the side, so it seems that it is inclined, but it is perfect.

The people, although a little more open and friendly than in Copacabana, still did not make us feel too welcome to their country.

A few days were enough to satisfy our curiosity and saturate us with so much horn and city rhythm, so we headed to Oruro. We asked several people for recommendations of places along the way, but nothing ... on the way we understood because, really on the way there is nothing. Every now and then a little village, nothing more. The height and lack of water make it a very hostile area to inhabit.

Oruro, a mining town, where the railroad network that unites the entire south of the country carrying minerals and passengers, did not paint too interesting. But we decided to stop trying to collect some silver and to buy materials. To our surprise the deal with the people changed totally. In the market the vendors were super nice, many curious asked us what we did there and a neighbor even offered us water, bath and gift to Leo a sports team from Bolivia. We arrived right in a time of national holidays, for which all schools organize parade in the streets. The boys march with military-style orchestras, strong to watch such small children marching in soldiers' dresses and playing with plastic submachine guns.

For Saturday, the abandoned service station where we were living, became the headquarters of the festival of the pig to the cross that they made every year for this date. I get a truck with a lot of tables, chairs, umbrellas, firewood, speakers and more than 70 pigs. Before noon the place was already full of people wearing the delicious pig we tried thanks to the barbecue friend.

After enjoying the chanchito and the Bolivian wines, we returned to the route to know the largest salar in the world.