When I took the camera out of my pack later I failed to notice that the dial controlling aperture stops was maxed down so the pictures are all dark.
The next day, we head out for La Paz (the full beautiful name is Nuestra Señora de La Paz, Our Lady of Peace).
First we gas up. If you hadn’t heard about Bolivia, gas and tourists – the details: they can change you what they like (but generally 2 or 3 times the pump price) if they decide to sell you gas at all. It’s just the way it is. So I pull up
He shoves a calculator in my face. It says 8.76. I look at the the pump. It says 3.76 (Bolivianos per litre). I laugh. He fills and collects.
It’s a short 100 miles to La Paz. The weather looks bad but we only get drizzled on. The Cordillera in the background
Then into the city with the reputation for the most dangerous and chaotic driving in the western hemisphere, hated by all riders, Our Lady of Peace. To the left a video of us trying (successfully though illegally) to get from one one-way corridor to another (click, enlarge, hit the HD button) and a nice look at downtown La Paz’ers in the wealthier area of town