Tagged: Potosi

Potosi to Cochabamba: A Connection and a Near Miss

Potosi to Cochabamba: A Connection and a Near Miss

Potosi to Cochabamba: A Connection and a Near Miss. May 5. Last night after we got back to the hostel in Potosi, I had a visitor who asked to remain anonymous because of this blog.  But it was really nice to have her over and spend some time with her.  She actually did not even want to be mentioned and told me to write about everything except her, but I can not change what I have been doing for 9...

Tinku Festival in Bolivia – Part 2, The Fights

Breakfast was at 8:30am, and I was the last to arrive. I was still feeling effects of the chicha, the local corn-moonshine we had been drinking with the locals last night when the fiesta began. It was a breakfast that would have pleased me had it been a couple of hours later. But, after a quick meal of bread and jam, my Swedish friends and I headed towards the square to see what was taking place.

Tinku Festival in Macha, Bolivia

Tinku Festival in Bolivia – Part 1, The Fighting Fiesta Build Up

Tinku Festival in Macha, Bolivia. Part 1, The Fighting Fiesta Build Up (Click here for Part 2 – The Fights) May 3 As I went to bed early to get a good night of sleep in the dorm of my hostel, a couple followed me into the room.  As I came out of the bathroom, they were standing there with the lights on making out like I was not standing in a proximity too close to be making out so...

Sucre to Potosi: My Attractive Mental State

Sucre to Potosi: My Attractive Mental State

Sucre to Potosi: My Attractive Mental State. May 2. I joined Aafje for breakfast because I knew she was going to check out of the hostel.  She told me that she had a dream last night where a wonderful and handsome boy crawled into bed with her in the middle of the night for a little slap and tickle.  It was ironic because as at the same moment that she was finishing her dream of Mr. Wonderful crawling into her...

Bolivia is Beautiful

Bolivia is Beautiful

Bolivia is Beautiful. April 27. It was a ‘by-myself’ kind of day, and that was totally awesome.  It has been a long time since I fought the Spanish speaking war alone.  And I am terrible at it, but sometimes it is great to just get through it and try to communicate with my 36 33 word vocabulary without someone interjecting with their more useful and fancy Spanish words. Roberta was heading to Sucre as well, but I waited her out and let...

Potosi Mine and Removing Desert Grime

Potosi Mine and Removing Desert Grime

Potosi Mine and Removing Desert Grime. April 26.  We slept in a nice hostel last night and I got up at 8am to have my clothes washed in two hours, so that they will be ready when I start my day.  Cleanliness!  Those jeans.  Science might like them as there is sure to be something useful in that grime.  They should have probably been washed alone.  They were last washed in Buenos Aires and I think I have worn them...

Salar de Uyuni Salt Falts: Day 3

Salar de Uyuni Salt Falts: Day 3

Salar de Uyuni Salt Falts: Day 3. April 25.  I slept a lot better last night as we approach the Salar de Uyuni Salt Falts.  I was not afraid I was going to die of altitude suffocation last night…. Actually, considering I was sharing a room with Roberta, I slept much better than I would have liked.  She reminds me so much of Fabiana in her mannerisms.  That mold of girl that comes out of the machine is just not...