DAY 32
San Pedro de Atacama, Chile
Here alone in the far Northern Desert of Chile. Bryce and Rich left for Santiago at 5am this morning and I have received word they are saftely at my parents hotel. But, ahhh....we can not start here.....there is too much to tell of our time in Bolivia...so I will regress back a few days......
DAY 28
The bus ride from La Paz to Oruro, Bolivia was as terrible as expected. I guess I have come to learn that I do not simply fear flying.....I fear transportation in general! However those thoughts of calming statistics and realizations of irrationality do not apply to these buses as they do to planes because all along the road are crosses and flowers reminding you that many, many do die here. Statistics wont help you because the fear is true and reality is.....they are dangerous! The Bolivians call it "the death road". But, it had to be done.
But, hell....its over and we are alive....so we move on. What is life without risk?
The train ride from Oruro to Uyuni in contrast was perfectly pleasant. Trains in Bolivia are definately a step down from Peru, but it was fine, there was a dining cart and we shared our coach with a bunch of friendly Americans. We slept most of the way and arrived in Uyuni at 2am to be greeted by our Native Quecha guide, Oswaldo and our driver Franks. We were lead to a hostel to sleep for the night.
San Pedro de Atacama, Chile
Here alone in the far Northern Desert of Chile. Bryce and Rich left for Santiago at 5am this morning and I have received word they are saftely at my parents hotel. But, ahhh....we can not start here.....there is too much to tell of our time in Bolivia...so I will regress back a few days......
DAY 28
The bus ride from La Paz to Oruro, Bolivia was as terrible as expected. I guess I have come to learn that I do not simply fear flying.....I fear transportation in general! However those thoughts of calming statistics and realizations of irrationality do not apply to these buses as they do to planes because all along the road are crosses and flowers reminding you that many, many do die here. Statistics wont help you because the fear is true and reality is.....they are dangerous! The Bolivians call it "the death road". But, it had to be done.
But, hell....its over and we are alive....so we move on. What is life without risk?
The train ride from Oruro to Uyuni in contrast was perfectly pleasant. Trains in Bolivia are definately a step down from Peru, but it was fine, there was a dining cart and we shared our coach with a bunch of friendly Americans. We slept most of the way and arrived in Uyuni at 2am to be greeted by our Native Quecha guide, Oswaldo and our driver Franks. We were lead to a hostel to sleep for the night.
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