La Paz

From the Andes to the Amazon

by Ekua on October 18, 2009 · 2 comments in Bolivia

August 4, 2009

Rurrenabaque is situated in the Amazon Basin along the Beni River. It’s a jumping off point for affordable wildlife and jungle tours that are popular with backpackers. There are three ways to get to Rurrenabaque from La Paz, and none of them are good.

One option is a 20 hour journey along the official “World’s Most Dangerous Road.” While many people now bike down the “World’s Most Dangerous Road” for fun, riding down it in a bus still looks terrifying. Another option is to spend several days floating down the river on a cargo boat. I didn’t see this as a valid choice because I didn’t have many extra days to spare. I chose to fly, even though flights from La Paz to Rurrenabaque are notorious for frequently being canceled.

I was scheduled to fly on August 3rd. That morning, the hostel’s travel agent informed me that my flight was canceled because it had rained the previous day. The Rurrenabaque Airport has a dirt landing strip surrounded by grass. So when it rains, it gets flooded and no flights will leave until they determine that the landing strip is dry enough. Considering it’s in the rain forest, flights are canceled often. The agent told me that I would automatically be put on the same flight the next day.

On August 4th, I excitedly went to check in with travel agent. It didn’t look good– even though it hadn’t rained again, no flights had left yet that day. Since my flight was in the late afternoon, mine would probably be canceled because of the earlier delays. Dejectedly, I went back up to my room. But a few minutes later, the travel agent came running up to my room to tell me that flights had begun to take off and there was one space left on a flight that was leaving in two hours. I rushed to get everything together and headed out.

There were daily parades on my hostel’s street in the days leading up to Bolivian Independence Day. I walked several blocks before I was able to catch a cab that wasn’t stuck in traffic. We had to take a haphazard route to airport to avoid getting caught up in other parades around the city and I nervously hoped I’d make it in time. At the airport I checked in, went through security, and made it to the gate with fifteen minutes to spare.

Rurrenabaque - PlaneThe Amaszonas plane was the tiniest one I’d ever been on. I’m short, and even I couldn’t stand straight up on the plane without hitting my head. There are two columns of seats, so everyone has an aisle and window seat and a view of the cockpit. There are no overhead bins and definitely no flight attendants with complimentary drinks.

Even through dirty and scratched windows, the views on 40 minute flight are spectacular. First, you get a phenomenal view of La Paz and fly incredibly close to the snowy Mt. Illimani. As you leave the mountains behind, the landscape changes quickly and drastically to thick green blankets of trees with winding brown rivers between.

Reaching the Amazon Basin has been a dream of mine since I was in high school. I felt like a giddy kid as I stepped off the plane into the tropical greenery and humidity. I was so thrilled to be there. I caught a ride on the Amaszonas shuttle which takes you from the airport to the airline’s office in the center of town. Unless you arrange to be picked up by your tour company, this is the only way to get to town.

My pretty little room in Rurrenabaque

I found the Indigena Tours office where I checked in and got info for my tour and then went in search of a hostel. The Hostal Turistico Santa Ana drew me in with its brightly painted exterior, plentiful potted plants, and gorgeous mosaic walkways. The room they had available wasn’t ready, so laid in a hammock while they finished cleaning. My room was tiny, very pink, and perfect.

I walked up and down the streets of Rurrenabaque. There is nothing to see there, but it is a very pretty and calming town. It was so nice to be at a lower altitude where I could breathe normally and see and abundance of pretty flowers and vegetation. I had an early dinner and reveled in my last night of solitude before joining a three day tour.

My hostel room didn’t have a bathroom so I used the communal bathrooms and outdoor sinks. I got ready for bed while little beings rustled in nearby plants. Mundane tasks like teeth brushing and face washing are much more enjoyable when done outside in the light of the moon under a sky that’s incredibly full of stars. I was  in love with Amazon and couldn’t wait for my adventure to begin the next day.

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The Fighting Cholitas

by Ekua on October 15, 2009 · 0 comments in Bolivia

August 2, 2009

At breakfast, I was joined by a guy who was my dorm mate one night in Cusco, on my bus the previous day, and now at the same hostel as me in La Paz. Oh, the gringo trail. He told me that a few days before, he was hassled while using the Peru-Bolivia border crossing that’s known for being shady. By the time he got past the border officials, his bus had left him and his luggage was still on it. He got into a taxi and asked the driver to go as quickly as possible until they caught up with the bus and flagged it down!

Llama fetuses at the Witches' MarketLlama Fetuses at the Witches’ Market

I spent much of the day wandering the streets of La Paz. I found the Witches’ Market which is not really a market. It’s a few stalls at the end of street of tourist shops. But there definitely are folk remedies and figurines and llama fetuses for sale there. Llama fetuses are naturally aborted and some Bolivians bury them under new homes to bring good luck.

Witches' MarketWitches Market

At lunchtime I sat at a cafe facing the window and looked out at the  strange  and wonderful city of La Paz. It’s a place where the past and the present collide to form a vibrant character. It seems like a city that is not trying to be anything other than its own unique self, as full of contradictions as it may be. A microcosm of Bolivia and a great introduction to the country.

It was a Sunday, which meant there would be a Cholita wrestling match that night. Cholitas in Bolivia are indigenous women who typically wear two long braids, full skirts, and bowler hats. After reading about the sport in National Geographic and then seeing it on Andrew Zimmern’s Bizarre Foods, I was determined to go. I’m not at all interested in wrestling, but I liked the symbolism of it– oppressed women fighting back without exchanging their skirts and petticoats for pants.

The view of La Paz from El AltoThe view of La Paz from El Alto

If you’re looking for full-on wrestling, you won’t find it at a Cholita wrestling match. You will find lots of laughs as long as you go into it with a good sense of humor. The event went on for a little too long and there wasn’t as much Cholita matches as I expected. But it was so bad that it was good. A highly enjoyable, only in Bolivia experience.

The English/Irish group from the previous day modeling their new wrestling gearThe English/Irish group from the previous day modeling their new wrestling gear

A Cholita leaps onto her opponentA Cholita leaps onto her opponent

Entering the match with styleEntering the match with style

Taking on the referee- they are usually on the bad guy's side.Taking on the referee. Refs are usually on the bad guy’s side.

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Floating Buses

by Ekua on October 12, 2009 · 0 comments in Bolivia

August 1, 2009

I woke up to the realization that my shoddy hostel’s water wasn’t going to get warmer and I wasn’t going to get any cleaner. I finally succumbed to the cold shower. I learned how to get clean when both the air and your water supply feel like ice. It’s all about speediness.

I checked out of the hostel and went to get breakfast. I was joined by an English guy I’d met on the boat from Isla del Sol to Copacabana the previous day. We were both leaving for La Paz that afternoon. When I bought my bus ticket, I specifically requested the tourist bus and paid 25 Bolivianos. He said he paid 30 Bolivianos for his tourist bus ticket. The journey between Copacabana and La Paz was one I’d heard a lot about because there had been a history of tourist kidnappings along that route. I wondered if he was charged an extra 5 Bolivianos or if I’d end up on some shady bus. I hoped for the former.

We made our way down to the bus area. The scene was chaotic with backpacks and backpackers everywhere. When they started boarding the bus, it became even more disorderly. A clipboard that we had to sign in on was being passed around haphazardly. Everyone was scrambling for it because the bus appeared to be overbooked and everyone wanted a seat. In the end, there was one seat left and several people who hadn’t boarded. I saw an Israeli guy who had been my bunk mate on my last night in Cusco. He was traveling by himself, so he claimed the last seat and we finally headed off to La Paz.

Our bus floating across the lakeOur bus floating across the lake

Some places have floating markets. Others have floating villages. Bolivia has floating buses. On the drive from Copacabana to La Paz, there is a point where you have to cross over part of Lake Titicaca. But there is no bridge. What’s the solution? Put the people on a boat, and put the boat onto a raft. It’s resourceful and provides entertainment for a multitude of tourists.

Che Guevara scrap metal statue in El AltoChe Guevara scrap metal statue in El Alto

After a long drive, we approached the vibrant streets of El Alto. We rounded a corner and were treated to a stunning view of La Paz. A valley of buildings with a snow-covered Mount Illimani in the background. I instantly knew I would like La Paz. When we reached the city, we were dropped off on a busy street corner. Getting off the bus was just as chaotic as getting on.

First glimpse of La PazFirst glimpse of La Paz

I shared a taxi with the English guy and two Irish girls who were part of his group. Their hostel was right around the corner from the hostel I’d booked. Later, I met up with them at their hostel for a pre-dinner drink. We were also joined by a English couple they’d been traveling with. At dinner, we had a conversation about British spellings and pronunciation versus American spellings and pronunciations. This subject has potential to get out of hand but it’s always fun. When I encountered the group on the boat the day before, I thought they were part of a tour, but they’d all just met. I love how quickly travel allows connections to be made.

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