Happy Sunday, guys!
How you’ve been? I’ve been taking a few weeks downtime from the blog, and this is the result: new look, new logo, new hosting (which I’m frankly still trying to figure out – what the hell are all these tech words I didn’t even know existed?) but the same, good old content. How do you like the new design?
As you probably know (because I can’t stop spamming it all over my Insta feed), I travelled in Bolivia in July, and one of the highlights of the trips was, as expected, my 3-day Jeep safari to Salar de Uyuni and the national parks around it. more “41 Pics to Prove That Salar de Uyuni Is Ridiculously Photogenic”
Hello friend! I surely hope you’ve been better than me.
Oruro is a god-awful, no-good lousy town. I make up my mind as soon as I jump out of the bus and the poignant smell of piss and trash hit me, a cocktail so typical to third-world towns and bus stations but which I have so far successfully avoided in Bolivia. It’s close to midnight, my mouth hurts and I’m alone in a new city that looks like a suburb to a violent Wild West village. I stomp past a woman yelling for passengers to the bus to Cochabamba, my next destination, and I long to jump on it and leave behind the empty, dark streets of this useless town, but I’m in need of a nice sleep and a thorough toothbrushing session even more, so I trudge along. more “Sunday postcard from… Oruro, Bolivia”
The Dutch girl I met in Sucre shuddered when she remembered her mine tourmi in Potosí. ‘It’s definitely interesting’, she said, ‘but it won’t be fun.’ Seeing that the mines are at the altitude of 4,400 metres and underground, I can easily understand what might inspire such a statement. But here I am – ready to descend into the depths of the Earth with minimal idea of what’s to come. more “Chasing the Devil in Potosí, Bolivia”