The Tibet Of The Americas & The Highest, Most Isolated, Rugged & Indigenous Country In South America
Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia. September 3 2015
Bolivia (August 22 – September 4 2015)
Landlocked high in the Andes, Bolivia is the highest, most isolated, most rugged country in South America. Boasting everything from snow-capped peaks to shimmering lakes to dense jungles to the world’s largest salt flat, the so-called Tibet of the Americas is also the continent’s most indigenous country; over 50% of the population claim direct Amerindian descendancy, descendants of Indigenous peoples of the Americas, the pre-Columbian inhabitants of North and South America. What follows is a recap of 2 weeks of travel in the country, a small part of a larger South American odyssey.
Postings From The Bolivian Road (In Chronological Order)
T’was eventful crossing border from Peru to Bolivia earlier today. I almost didn’t make it. Entering Bolivia wasn’t the problem. It was leaving Peru that made things interesting. Seemingly I was only granted 5 days when entering Peru 26 days ago, something I hadn’t even noticed until today (it was there in my passport for all to see). That’s a 21-day overstay. The Peruvian Immigration officer couldn’t explain it (as an Irish/EU passport holder I should have been given 90 days as standard, no questions asked) but had no option but to ‘fine’ me, USD $21 payable only in a nearby bank. But today is Saturday. Banks don’t open on weekends. The official said the ‘problem’ could go away if I paid the equivalent of €30 direct to him. I wasn’t happy. I said OK (what choice did I have) but was wary when he refused to provide a receipt. He didn’t like me from that point onward & gave me back my passport with a deposit slip, totalling $21, for said nearby bank. There was a total absence of officialdom on either side of the helter-skelter border, marked only by a crude arch, beyond which is the sign seen in this picture. So I, & being as stubborn as I am, tried to enter Bolivia without a Peruvian exit stamp – bizarrely you could easily exit Peru & enter Bolivia without checking out of one & into the other, such was the chaotic crossing. That didn’t work (the first thing the Bolivians checked for was a Peruvian exit stamp) so I hoofed it back to the Peruvian hut, tail firmly between my legs, to pay the €30 and be on my way. But it wasn’t that easy. If only. The Peruvian Immigration official now refused to deal with me. He waved his finger. A lot. He kept saying ‘banco’ (bank) & ‘Lunes’ (Monday). I’d clearly burnt my bridges. Big time. I was in a pickle. I pleaded with him, not losing sight of the fact that I was pleading with him to accept payment, without exchange of receipt, to let me OUT of his country. He kept waving his finger. I’d no choice but to go on the charm offensive. I told him I liked his country (I did) & that Peruvians were really nice people (most of them.. my limited Spanish vocabulary meant I used the word ‘beautiful’). He kept waving his finger. I told him I’d spent a lot of money in his country (yes, that too). He kept waving his finger. I said I was sorry and asked for his help. He kept waving his finger. Impasse. I was set to explode but had limited options but to keep calm, keep smiling, keep grovelling. My vocabulary exhausted, I scoured my Spanish phrasebook for nice things to say & kept chipping away. Chip…. chip…. chipping away. I eventually got a smile out of him. He was melting. I was winning. I kept going. Finally, voila, the finger waving stopped. I kept going & eventually he asked for my passport, eventually took my money, eventually didn’t give me a receipt for the €30 I gave him, and eventually I was stamped out of Peru. We parted on good terms, a handshake confirming no hard feelings; according to him he was just doing his job and unknowns to him I was just being me. After that, and back in the Bolivian hut (it was barely a hut), it was plain sailing – I was stamped into the country without having to pay the USD$50 the South African travelling with me had to pay or the – ouch – USD$160 each the two Americans we, myself & the South African, crossing with us had to pay. Yes, holding an Irish passport generally makes crossing international borders a painless endeavour, unless things don’t quite go to plan AND you happen to be a stubborn fool like me. In that case things get a little more interesting, and little more expensive, just like they did today. Well hello Bolivia!
LAKE TITICACA - COPACABANA
I’m in Copacabana. No, not that Copacabana. That’s a famous beach in the Brazilian city of Rio de Janeiro, a time zone away & on the other side of the continent. I’ll get there eventually but for now I’m coming to the end of a 3 night stay in the Oh Holy is Thou Bolivian lakeside pilgrimage town after which the better-known Rio stretch of sand is named.
Copacabana || For Pilgrims
Barry Manilow never sang about this place. Oh no. My first stop in Bolivia, country number five of my on-going South America junket, Copacabana is Bolivia’s holiest town. Home to one of the country’s most impressive churches, an imposing, blindingly white, no-photos-allowed-inside cathedral that houses the Virgen de Copacabana, a small lavishly dressed statue encased in glass above the cathedral’s altar that just happens to be Bolivia’s most revered Catholic image.
Cerro Calvario is a hill that rises steeply above Copacabana offering great views of the town, its bay & Lake Titicaca. A popular pilgrimage location overlooking a pilgrimage town, the steep 30-minute path to the top, a workout at this altitude, is lined with 12 large stone crosses, the 12 Stations of the Cross, and ends at the somewhat ugly summit, one full of stalls, burning candles, litter, graffiti, scattered offerings, ramshackle stone altars, & spilled alcohol – seemingly wasting alcohol in this way ensures prayers offered up are actually heard. I sure hope so.
I had a bit of fun from my hostel window on this day playing with shadows.
Copacabana || For Tourists
I liked being by Lake Titicaca, extending my time by its shores by 3 days having spent the previous 4 being enchanted by its shimmering blue waters on the Peruvian side of the nearby border. That said, I can’t say I was enamoured with the town of Copacabana itself. Well geared to appease tourists as well as pilgrims, the town, in my opinion, just doesn’t appease very well – internet was sporadic at best, & didn’t work at all for large portions of my stay, & the town is awash with poor value tourist-orientated hostels & eateries, all of which seem content to offer the same Rinse & Repeat, burgers & pizza menu served up with the same piss-poor levels of service (& I say that as someone who is not a foodie – nor am I demanding – but as someone who has come from Peru where I found myself loving the cuisine). You won’t starve (or die of thirst) in Copacabana but you’ll for sure eat (much) better elsewhere in Bolivia (it’d be a poor reflection on Bolivia were that not the case). If fact, if it wasn’t for the nearby offshore Titicaca islands of Isla del Sol & Isla de la Luna, the only reason that most who stop off in Copacabana do so, myself included, then the town wouldn’t have hosted me at all & I wouldn’t have had anything to complain about.
LAKE TITICACA - ISLA DEL SOL
Isla del Sol (Island of the Sun) & Isla de la Luna (Island of the Moon)
Copacabana is the jump off point for trips to Lake Titicaca’s Isla del Sol & Isla de la Luna. Home to the Aymara people, inhabitants of the Titicaca region whose distinctive culture and language have survived centuries of domination, first by the Incas, then by the Spanish, the islands are a short boat ride across Lake Titicaca from Copacabana’s woebegone port, which is nothing more than a few rickety, half-collapsed wooden piers jutting out into the water.
Isla del Sol
Another pilgrim hotspot, these parched islands have been attracting the devoted for hundreds of years. Once the most important religious site in the Andean world, they are revered as the site where the sun & moon were created and where the Inca dynasty was born – the Incas claim their own ancestors came from here & remains of their shrines & temples still dot both islands. Titicaca is an Aymara word meaning Puma’s Rock, a reference to an unusual rock found on Isla del Sol, the larger of the two islands. Indeed it’s the largest of Titicaca’s over 70 islands & the one that attracts the majority of visitors, myself included. For the non-devout, walking from one end of the 10 kilometre long by 7 kilometre wide island to the other is the thing to do here, a pleasant 4 hour walk that affords great views of the island itself, the lake & surrounds. This was easily the highlight of the time I spent by the Bolivian shores of Lake Titicaca.
CITIES - LA PAZ
I’ll never forget my first sighting yesterday of the Bolivian city of La Paz. It came into view as the bus I rode on from Copacabana reached the rim before descended into the gaping 5 kilometre-wide canyon the city rests in. And with the sun shining & the snow-capped 6438 metre-high triple peak of Illimani as a backdrop, I remember quickly agreeing with text I’d read pre-arrival claiming La Paz as having one of the best settings of any city in the world.
A few more captures from today in La Paz.
CITIES - SUCRE
I spent longer in Sucre than initially planned, spent more time in this Bolivian city than any other location in the country. It’s an easy place to while away time. Really easy.
The Historic City of Sucre
Sucre, the first capital of Bolivia & still the official capital and location for the Bolivian supreme court, was founded by the Spanish in 1538 as the capital of the Charcas, a vast region stretching from southern Peru to Argentina. Bolivian Independence from the Spanish was declared here in August 1825, and it was here, the the city’s Casa de la Libertad, that the new republic was created and named after its liberator, Simon Bolivar. Today Sucre is a university town, a small but bustling, convivial & laid-back city that is easily Bolivia’s prettiest urban centre – it boasts leafy plazas, gorgeous streetscapes and an impressive array of well-preserved, mostly whitewashed colonial-era buildings that illustrate the blending of local architectural traditions with styles imported from Europe. And if all that history and architectural eye candy isn’t enough for you there’s always the biggest collection of dinosaur footprints on the planet at Parque Cretacico (Dinosaur Park) on the city’s outskirts.
Some more pictures from my time in Sucre, easily the most photogenic city in Bolivia.
CITIES - POTOSI
Today is day 9 in Bolivia. I’ve a little under a week left in the country before crossing over into Argentina. I’ve enjoyed my time here but nothing I’ve experienced in Bolivia thus far, nor anything I’m likely to experience before leaving, will top what happened today.
Potosi, The Mines & Big Deal Tours
Potosi, sitting at 4060 metres on a desolate windswept Bolivian plain, is one of the highest cities in the world (Rough Guides claims it to be the highest city in the world but Wikipedia has serious issues with that titbit of information). In the mid-sixteenth century, & in the space of only 2 decades, the city grew from nothing to the largest metropolis in the Americas, all thanks to the discovery of silver in Cerro Rico (Rich Mountain), a perfectly conical peak towering over the city. It was, and still is to this day, the richest source of silver the world has ever seen, one the Spanish milked for all its worth – millions worked & died in deplorable conditions over three centuries of mining to extract wealth that the Spanish shipped back to Europe. Today the Cerro Rico mines are still operational – although these days they mostly produce tin – and embarking on a tour of the mines is the must-do activity here in Potosi.
A decade ago, when davidMbyrne.com didn’t even exist, I said goodbye to my 20s & hello to my 30s at a remote section of the China-Vietnam border overlooking the fabulous Detian Falls. Today I bid adios to my 30s deep inside the dark, dusty, claustrophobic mines of the Cerro Rico here in Potosi, Bolivia, where I got a fascinating firsthand look at the hard life that is manual mineral mining. This is unrelenting hard labour in a dangerous unforgiving environment. I always feel privileged to live the life I do but seeing miners toiling for 10 hours a day for a monthly salary of some €250, well above average for Bolivia, I was reminded just how privileged I really am.
A few other captures from today in Potosi.