Adventuring: . . . Sometimes it Sucks

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My hiking shirt just before one of the sleeves ripped off, causing underarm chaffing, and had to be retired.

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Our shoes are cracked and breaking open, as are our lips.  The bruises on our hips and the mold in our drinking hoses seem to be permanent. Our clothes and spirits sag from constant and demanding use. We have retired pieces which did not hold up to the test, from shirts to relationships. Continue reading

Sorata to Ananea: Crossing the Cordillera Apolobamba and into Peru along the Ruta De Los Tres Cordilleras

Written by Neon

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Fidgit making her way up and out of Sorata

We delayed leaving Sorata, because we were not excited for the multi-hundred meter climb in front of us. So, instead of leaving, we decided to have breakfast and lunch at the same restaurant and then hike out with very full stomachs. Going uphill. In the middle of the day. Can you see where this is going? Continue reading

Dog Tales

Written by Fidgit

When I first began planning this walk, believing full well no human would be nutty enough to join, I had planned to get a dog. At first I thought to adopt and bring one from home. Then, recognizing the logistics of that, I thought I might pick one up down here. Emails and advice began pouring in from strangers on breed and training. I got pretty jazzed on the whole idea.
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Economics of a ‘Bloqueo’

Written by Fidgit

Crossing Bolivia we found only a few trails, some back roads, a lot of railroad, and a long stretch along Ruta 1 from Uyuni to La Paz, so not much navigation was required. After the “brain drain” we experienced in the first season of walking, my perspective on using audio devices while hiking shifted, and my little mp3 device has become a regular piece of kit. Along this stretch, I kept my mind engaged and fed with podcasts.
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Border Crossing: Bolivia into Peru Along the Ruta De Los Tres Cordilleras

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Written by Neon

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Coming into Caja Cachi

As we had planned this route from La Paz, we knew we were going to have to do something different at the border crossing. The way we wanted to go along the Ruta De Los Tres Cordilleras did not have any border crossing stations. To solve this, we planned on doing what the bike packers had done originally – go off trail to Puerto Acosta and get our passports stamped. Then to go into Tilali, Peru and get our passport stamped in before we’re actually in the country. It sounds kind of confusing and overwhelming. In the end it wasn’t too much hassle. Here’s the story:
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Bolivia: Cultural Memory and Lessons Ahead

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In many cases Bolivia seems to have grasped the concept of modern development but missed the point. Seeing Bolivians riding motorcycles on narrow and winding mountain roads with a full face helmet cocked back and perched on their forehead. Walking up to a fast food counter and ordering, then waiting 30 minutes for a chicken sandwich. Drivers stopping at a red light to make sure no one is coming from the opposite direction before driving through. Or, wiping the spoon before eating out of a grubby metal bowl.
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La Paz to Sorata: Crossing the Cordillera Real

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*Written by Neon*

We resupplied in La Paz and went out to a small outpost of Milluni, nestled near the base of Cerro Huayna Potosi- a towering mountain skirted with glaciers. Leaving Milluni, we immediately began our ascent to our first pass in the Cordillera Real. Beginning at an elevation of around 4,000 meters, we ascended for half the day up to around 5,100 meters and crossed over into the next valley. Descending to a small group of huts, we realized it was a refugio area and ate a snack in the shelter of the small buildings. As we left our refuge, the wind died down and the hail began. Thankfully we were prepared. The hail died down and we marched on along the valley to find camp for the night. We ended up following an aqueduct to a group of ponds and set up our tent between a couple of them to tuck in for the night.
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