But in other areas, and oh these are the true treasures my friend, the road still stands as it was built. A smooth cobbling of rock or carved smoothly into a rock face, draining water, holding its ground, sometimes as wide as a highway.
Not only were Fidgit and I rejected in our attempt to cross Rio Pampas, we then had to walk along the same taunting river for a day and a half to get to the bridge crossing.
Haz clic aquí para leer en español Written by Neon Fidgit and I weren’t feeling great leaving Macusani, though that had become the norm. Our bodies were breaking down, our…
Haz clic aquí para leer en español Written by Fidgit The joy in this walk began to flicker somewhere around middle Bolivia. Extended illness combined with exposure to pervasive poverty…
Haz clic aquí para leer en español Written by Fidgit This walk has changed how I relate to the waste we throw out. From toilet paper to tin cans. Much of…
Haz clic aquí para leer en español Written by Neon We delayed leaving Sorata, because we were not excited for the multi-hundred meter climb in front of us. So, instead…