|I had been in Lapaz nearly a month. A bustling, deranged and truly fantastic city. It will always occupy a warm spot in my heart, as will some of the people I met there.
|The Lapaz Casa de Ciclista. A cozy place set aside for traveling cyclist. Amazing and odd all at the same time; just the way I like things. A big thanx to Cristian for concocting it all and going above and beyond.
|Davie and I's room for our time there.
|How you know you are in a place by cyclist for cyclist
|Leaving town. Davie, Mike, Jo and Dave. Photo by Karen.
|Back to what we love. It took us 60 some odd Kms of pavement to get our tootsies back in the dirt
|She told me- It has been 12 years since the last train. I wondered if she is still waiting for someone.
|I was just in time. They needed a 4th for hand ball
|Into the out there
|one of these rocks is not a rock
|too small to even make coffee in
|A fantastic state of decay...
|An ancient lock. Installed with a machete and square nails.
|The two rails I seek solace in to guide my way
|Some deeper than others. I cross many a day
|Chasing double track and dodging storms
|Volcano Sajama. the tallest in Bolivia. Sajama fo yo mama... Yea Ma, that one is for you.
|This guy whispered to me: "Hey buddy, you might wanna drink from up stream".
|A beautiful Lama hair rope gate
|The South American Beast of Burden and one rather dapper Sajama
|Many places will have red doors or blue doors. Other than maybe lack of color choices; I have not figured out the significance yet
|Sajama village grocery
|I met a group of 4 French cyclist. We rode out to some geysers together.
|In case you haven't seen my left ear in a while. Its still attached
|Coffee water coming right out of the ground
|Go in filthy... come out with no skin
|couple'a trouble makers
|No one out here but Davie and I, some Vicuna and a few Rhea
|Once again. A trestle coming in handy
|The military post at Macaya. Seriousness only
|Riding across open land due to flooded roads.
|Bumped into these. Still couldn't make coffee in them. Not comfortably anyways.
|Not exactly prayer flags but a welcome splash of color
|Like camping in the shire ghetto
|One narrow bridge
|Insanity as far as the eye can see
|This was a bit more doable. Just put in the earphones, crank up the tunes and try not to think of the life being taken from your components
|An inland sea. The Salar de Uyuni. I've arrived too late in the season to ride across it. Beautiful non the less
|Where salt and water meet