Crazy river crossings, swinging bridges, mud, mud and more mud. It was exactly what i needed. Continue reading Adventure!
Everyday I walk down my road, past my neighbor, the Argentine Ambassador. I know its where hes my neighbor because there is a gold plaque on the wall announcing it to the world: Residence of the Argentine Ambassador. Which I think would be the perfect proclamation to thieves, terrorists and all general crazies. But after they put up that plaque, they must have … Continue reading the man trying to coathanger the lock of an old VW beetle
In the plaza by my house is an extremely large statue of a man, Eduardo Avaroa. He is a Bolivian military leader. But unlike most other countries, that put their war heroes in gallant poses- on top large warhorses, swords extended, showing how they will conquer all foes- Eduardo Avaroa is fallen to the ground, … Continue reading The Bolivian Ocean
The little girl little comes up to us quietly asking for a peso. She cant be more than 4 years old. As much as their little faces make me sad, I don’t ever give money to kids begging (ever seen the movie ‘Slum Dog Millionaire’? well, it really happens). But Francisco is always bit more … Continue reading children who cant be children
On my whole trip across the high Andean deserts, it was pretty much impossible to take a bad photo, so here are a few more I would love to share. Light from the sunrise hitting the red soil hills of the high bolivian desert. the tiny white dots in the distance are llamas I have … Continue reading Touching the sun