Bolivia and Peru 2

Greetings All

The end is nigh and we are at Puno on Lake Titicaca having a final rest day before heading back into to Bolivia. And today was a rest day for a change.

The first rest day we had was in Potosi in Bolivia where we went down a silver mine for a visit. This was a working mine and here is a tip for you no matter how bad you think your job might be you don´t want to be a miner in a Bolivian Silver mine. Before hand we got dressed up in protective waterproof clothing (i.e the sweat can´t escape) and helmets with lights.

Then we went to some shops to by “presents” for the miners, yes this was another way to extract money from the gringos but they were unusual presents. You had the choice of bottles of soft drink, bags of coca leaves (the miners chew on them), bottles of 96% alcohol (for the Friday night booze up, bloody hell does that stuff have a kick and a flavour that’s a cross between 80 grit sand paper and sulphuric acid) and finally dynamite kits that consist of a stick of dynamite, a detonator with fuse cord and a pouch of ammonium nitrate. None of these are expensive and can be bought by anyone over the counter. You can guess what most people bought. We trooped off to the mine and went down the main entrance diving to the side when carts of ore were flying towards us from the opposite direction with miners hanging on the back like a scene out of an Indiana Jones film.

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Bolivia and Peru 1

Greetings All

And welcome to the latest episode of Andean Motorcycle Survivor the game show where each day someone bike breaks down and today’s lucky winner is…..

Sorry got a bit carried away there we have been having some fun with bikes dying on the road.

At the moment I’m in Nasca, Peru and later this afternoon we are going on a flight over the Nasca Lines but starting at the beginning.

We arriving in La Paz Bolivia about two weeks ago after a very long flight from Melbourne via Sydney, Auckland, Santiago, Iquique, Aririca then finally La Paz. Now either I’m getting taller or the damn planes are getting shorter but I was jammed into that seat had to no room at all to move my legs and after 14 hours of that I hobbled out of the aircraft.

My preparation for the trip included the required language basics Buenos dias/tardes/noches (Good morning/afternoon/evening) Adios (Goodbye) uno/dos/tres cervese por favor (one/two/three beers please) and some basic Spanish swearing for the other cars/buses/ on the road Mierde.

We had a day to get acclimatised to the height of La Paz and during that day we went to see the bikes and I think it would be fair to say that at first sight out the back of the Honda dealership workshop where the bikes were being prepared by the mechanics the collective stunned looks on our faces said “Oh mierde”. They were a pretty ordinary collection of bikes at least the bits that were assembled were ordinary.

Someone stole my wheels

Someone stole my wheels

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