On the way to Bolivia
As we are driving along the road to Bolivia we come across a couple of road blocks. They are not quite as threatening as those earlier in the day. The small town roadblocks consist of a circle of taxi´s with a party in the middle. you can see dancers and people having a barbecue.
In order to curry favor during election season, the incumbent party repeals unpopular laws and steps up road repair. We pass many road crews working. There is so much work that at one point we are forced to take a ferry across Lake Titicaca rather than continue on the road.
Everyone gets out of the bus and is loaded on a very large but very rickety flat bottomed boat. Boat may be to grand a word for the craft, it is only long wooden planks nailed together with a small outboard engine attached. The passengers are loaded into an equally rickety fishing boat to follow the bus across.
The border crossing reminds me of something from a movie. The bus stops again, and we are herded through Peruvian immigration. After we are stamped out of Peru, we have to walk across the two hundred yards of no mans land to the border of Bolivia. The Bolivian immigration guards are very similar to extras from a spaghetti western. Only if the guards wore bandoleers could the be more like a movie.
After we are allowed back on the bus, we head to Copacabana on Lake Titicaca. We arrive late in the afternoon.
As we are driving along the road to Bolivia we come across a couple of road blocks. They are not quite as threatening as those earlier in the day. The small town roadblocks consist of a circle of taxi´s with a party in the middle. you can see dancers and people having a barbecue.
In order to curry favor during election season, the incumbent party repeals unpopular laws and steps up road repair. We pass many road crews working. There is so much work that at one point we are forced to take a ferry across Lake Titicaca rather than continue on the road.
Everyone gets out of the bus and is loaded on a very large but very rickety flat bottomed boat. Boat may be to grand a word for the craft, it is only long wooden planks nailed together with a small outboard engine attached. The passengers are loaded into an equally rickety fishing boat to follow the bus across.
The border crossing reminds me of something from a movie. The bus stops again, and we are herded through Peruvian immigration. After we are stamped out of Peru, we have to walk across the two hundred yards of no mans land to the border of Bolivia. The Bolivian immigration guards are very similar to extras from a spaghetti western. Only if the guards wore bandoleers could the be more like a movie.
After we are allowed back on the bus, we head to Copacabana on Lake Titicaca. We arrive late in the afternoon.
posted by Terrell at 4:17 PM
1 Comments:
That sounds so insane and scary. I think I would be terrified walking through that crowd!
As an aside, it's so weird how your entries are posting. They are date stamped as though you entered them at different times, but they show up for me at the same time. Very strange.
Anyway, just 11 more days of travel and you will be heading home! Can't wait to see you!
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