We began our wait at nine am, asking all passing trucks, collectivos (shared taxi), and buses, if we could hitch to Unduavi. A national strike of workers asking to earn their pension while continuing to work had depleted the roads of nearly all buses. The rest had taken folks to the fields for coca harvest […]
Befriending the Beast From our French toast days in Quime, we set off on a loop through the South Yungas, reduced to 6km/hr days on mud that feels and sounds like we’re rollers on wet paint. The route we took etched itself into the breast of the rain-whittled beast, a ledge through the Yungas that […]
Note to self: Always ask about the cargo before accepting a ride.
Anything that moves is considered public transport in Bolivia, even dump trucks carrying dynamite.
Escaping the Void We just arrived in Bolivia three days ago. We forewent cycling the final few days in Northern Argentina as well as the first couple hundred kilometers in Bolivia, since it’s all a high desert area called the Puna with nighttime temperatures at -40C. We’d actually be thrilled to never lay eyes on […]
Liberty to Choose We set off this morning rolling along the high hills that overlook the Golfo de Ancud just south of Dalcahue on the island of Chiloe. We realized these past few days mark the first time we’ve truly been able to pick and choose roads, linking a route of our own southward through […]