South America: Part 3.
From videos of what I’d seen, Bolivia was set to be a highlight. However from crossing the border lead to an uncomfortable eight hour jeep ride through the salt flats. Not the car but being drawn into a debate on the sovereignty of the Falklands. Note to self, do not discuss the Falklands in South America. Carnival and Party time welcomed me in Uynui. Water balloons and water pistols everywhere made my rather large, cumbersome, cardboard box a literal huge target. I got out of dodge pretty quick on a hairy overnight bus to La Paz. Waking in the morning, I thought time to read my Lonely Planet; Fake police officers, express kidnappings and more scams than trails. Oh well, I’ll stick it out. I found out about a local spot known as Muela del Diablo. The local geology was pretty interesting with multi-coloured hills and strange rock formations everywhere but the trails were pretty mediocre. At least I can say I’ve ridden my bike in Bolivia. I‘d had enough, time to move on. With the carnival still raging days later, even leaving was a problem. And when I did get a bus, it broke down three times!