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Lady sleeping next to my seat in her classic bowler hat in a Bolivian bus
With her beautiful bowler hat my seat neighbor on one of the long bus trips

Public transportation in Bolivia is like a journey within a journey. Traveling with locals is one of those experiences often precluded on organized trips or if you are moving with a rental car. The latter scenario is among other things unlikely given the road conditions. Traffic lights are rare, traffic circles pure. It almost seems that certain huge craters are left on purpose for people to go slowly.

Bolivian buses

The bus is the most frequently used vehicle and goes everywhere. In the noisy Bolivian stations, as in the Peruvian ones, you hear constant shouting. You think it’s your president of the board and instead it’s the ticket sellers. Among the many companies, competition is fierce.

A mock robot, transformer-like made from automobile wreckage
In the train graveyard also a transformer

The railroads are as good as gone. On a tour to the Salar de Uyuni, we stopped at what they call a train graveyard. Next to the track going to the border with Chile, used decades ago to supply troops during one of the many wars between the countries, are old locomotives.

I had read that traveling by bus can be dangerous; for the drivers are drunk there are accidents and if you don’t watch out they steal everything. Frankly, I never felt any dangerous situations. In fact, they are so comfortable that on the overnight journey I had a remarkable sleep.

Traveling by day allows one to enjoy spectacular scenery, as certain people are. Like my neighbor in the classic Bolivian women’s dress and distinctive hat.

Of course, it’s not all good, you can also have the one who all the time listens to Maria Bolivian radio at maximum volume and sings litanies at the top of her lungs.

If you get tickets at the last minute you can get bargains, but considering the Bolivian cost of living, I booked all routes from home. Only once did I worry. Due to a mistake there was no more room for me in a bus (chosen from the luxury ones). After a few waits they diverted me to another company’s one, of the same level.

Old abandoned carriages in the train cemetery near Uyuni
Railways are used very little and are the tail end of public transportation in Bolivia

The top of public transport in Bolivia, the cable car in La Paz

If buses are modern, super modern is the cable car in La Paz. Ever since I was a kid, I had always wanted to visit the highest metropolis in the world. Not beautiful and without even too many attractions for a capital city, but in a unique environmental setting.

Cable car in la Paz, with cabins and the piled-up houses of the metropolis in the background
La Paz cable car cabins They are the top of public transportation in Bolivia

It had always struck me that the often-weak national soccer team here puts its opponents through their paces by taking advantage of the altitude. Indeed, even just walking around the town can be challenging because it is located in a very deep valley surrounded by beautiful mountains, including 6462-meter-high Mount Illimani.

Behind the houses of la Paz, you can see the white majesty of Mount Illimani
Mount Illimani visible from La Paz

To go from the lowest point, which is at 3200 meters to the highest point, which is the neighborhood (with more delinquency, to be avoided even during the day) of El Alto, at 4100 meters, you travel by cable car built by an Austrian company. In La Paz I chose to take a guided tour that took me, all by cable car, to the outskirts of the city, called the valley of the moon. These are pinnacles of eroded rock reminiscent of those in Cappadocia and were once much more extensive but they destroyed them to enlarge the city.

The high rock pinnacles of the Valley of the Moon, on the outskirts of La Paz
Moon Valley

In autonomy I visited the witch market, where among the many original souvenirs, llama fetuses, which by tradition, are buried in the foundations of new houses as they bring good luck, stand out.

Glimpse of the colorful witch market in La Paz, on the left you can see llama fetuses hanging
Another glimpse of the witch market here you can see llama fetuses hanging
Lively witch market in La Paz, in the morning almost deserted
Witch market in the early morning is deserted

A couple of messes all my own

On the other hand, speaking of evil, in the La Paz museum, while photographing a roundup of masks of traditional magic, going backwards in the semi-dark hall, I tripped, ruining on the ground and pulling a panel behind me. Fortunately, I was not hurt, did little damage, and most importantly, no one saw me!

Gallery of tribal masks in a darkened museum room in La Paz
The gallery with the masks where I fell

Far worse damage, but which I made up for thanks to my organization, I did at the airport in Sucre, when, leaving a pocket open, I lost my wallet with my credit card. I realized this when I arrived at my destination. As usual, I had money, passport and ATM in different places; therefore, I went a little crazy to report the loss, but on the trip I had no problems. The biggest problems I had on the return, with the delay of the new card messing up my weekend in Bucharest.

One of the steep alleys of La Paz, in the background you can see the mountain of houses on the opposite bank
One of La Pazs steep alleys walking takes your breath away

The flights also gave me a chance to enjoy some splendid views, especially the approach from Santa Cruz to Sucre and then to the high plateau of the Andes and the imposing peaks.

Some llama fetuses, certain with white fur, hanging in the market in La Paz
Llama fetuses
Llama babies and llama fetuses hanging in La Paz market.
More llama fetuses

Previous leg Tour for Bolivia’s lone gringo

Next stop In the Salar de Uyuni, also the salt hotel.

Two vibrant buses in La Paz, one white and red, the other white and blue. They are the emblem of public transportation in Bolivia
Speaking of public transportation in Bolivia these are urban I used more of the gran turismo more comfortable and less picturesque

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Fabio Viroli
Ho sempre avuto tante passioni, ma da sempre più o meno latenti, le principali sono viaggiare e scrivere. Tra le altre cose ho una laurea in psicologia; ho fatto per più di 30 anni l’allenatore di basket; leggo tanti libri; sono stato molto appassionato di sport e di musica rock; e faccio improvvisazione teatrale