Globicyclette in Bolivia
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From mountains to volcanoes, we now
attack our third country in Latin America, and the seventh of our
trip: Bolivia!
But we have been forewarned... Bolivia is very beautiful but also
very difficult! Come with us and see what are we will find at the
end of these stony slopes at an altitude of 4300m.
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15-17 December 2007: in the Bolivean
Andes
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A few kilometres south of the border, there is
a new Salar that attracts our attention, the Salar of Coipasa. A big
white empty space on the map attracts us like a magnet. However, on our
map there is no road to the Salar! But anyway, we no longer trust our
map. The local villagers know much more about the existence of roads,
although we have learnt to give no credit to their surrealistic notion of
distance and altitude.
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We thus set off into the Bolivian pampa,
on small dirt roads that wind between the hills populated only by
vicuñas and alpacas.
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Unfortunately dirt track soon gives way to our
new enemy, the "sand-that-makes-our-wheels-sink"! Horrible, it
first makes us push hard on the pedals, and then... simply push. It's
very frustrating: 200m pedalling in zigzags, then 200m breathless pushing
on foot, and then we start over again... Even if the track is flat, we
progress very slowly!
So we are glad to come to the only village in the region, Coipasa, (like
the Salar). The wind, come join it's friend the sand, is so violent
that we hesitate to try to pitch our tent in the middle of this flat
expanse. Our hesitations are resolved by the young nurse in the
"Centro de Salud (health centre) in the village. She has seen us
arrive, and offers us a warm hospitality in her hospital! She must not
get many visits in this part of the world, and she seemed delighted to
meet up with a colleague. So, we spend the night in the beds of patients,
warm and sheltered from the wind.
The next day, the wind has disappeared and the sky is blue: an ideal time
to cycle across the Salar! We say a big thank you to Lourdes, the nurse,
to whom we make a present of our surplus of bandages and dressings. We
head towards the white big lake that lies ahead, just outside the
village.
The banks of the Salar at Surire, were covered with water, which stopped
us from pedalling on the lake... that precisely looked more like a lake
than a Salar.
But here, we can cycle on the salt! The
impression is fabulous. 50 km of white, flat salt desert stretches
out in front of us. We fly along at 20km/h with the squeal of the
salt beneath our tires.
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The world is reduced to a blue sky and a white
Salar. Distance no longer exists, because in the absence of landmarks the
scenery remains unchanged, despite our rapid progression. It is like
being in one of those video games where the field scrolls along, but the
horizon never changes. We could loose our sense of reality here! But not
enough to prevent us from taking hundreds of pictures, on a blue and
white background. We film ourselves pedalling, we cover ourselves with
sun cream under our cheichs, we stop every 200m to take another photo
(identical to the previous ten!), We check our speedometer to be sure
that we progress, in short, we are happy, and exalted by the stunning
vastness and monotony of this unique scenery in the world. We are in the
white universe of "The Matrix!" or simply plunged into a dream:
the Salar, cycling...
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We have a picnic in the flattest region of
the world, salted with... the salt beneath our feet! Then we resumed
pedalling in the white monotony.
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But, not so monotonous as that! Finally, in
the afternoon, we come to a flooded area of Salar: we are pedalling in 5
cm of water. And then... One of the most beautiful visions of our
journey... The sky is reflected fully in the water that does not have a
ripple, and in this mirror, we are cycling in the clouds... The ground
has disappeared, and the sky beneath our wheels makes us dizzy. It's
indescribable, and it’s magnificent. The evening sun colours the
clouds in yellow and orange, and the whole universe goes ablaze. We pedal
in circles, made drunk by all this space in front of, over, and under our
wheels... one of the most beautiful moments of our trip!
Well, all happiness has to come to an end, and the price to pay for ours
is two kilometres of pushing in mud and in sand to get back to a decent
track. But it was worth it!
During the following days, we progress in
a landscape of sand and thorn bushes or between "quinoa"
cultures, towards the next "magnet" for bicycles, the Uyuni
Salt Flat.
We spend two hours in a village rinsing our bikes to remove the
encrusted salt using water from a well, under the stupefied gaze of
the remaining villagers who still resist rural exodus. For them, we
are akin to aliens! But aliens who are entitled to a quinoa soup
offered by a little mamita!
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18-23 December: Uyuni, the Salar, and
storms
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Along sandy tracks and stony hills, we
eventually come to Salinas de Garcia Mendoza, the last major town before
the Uyuni Salt Flat. Were surprised to find a tiny tourist office,
totally unexpected in this remote region of Bolivia! However, the tourist
office is held by the gardener, and his information turns out to be quite
unreliable. We decide to have him hung high and short when we discover
that the road "todo plano" he recommended is actually an
impossible cocktail of sand and mud (Another new enemy! Our bikes still
sink into a mud that sticks like glue!), and horrible gritty hillsides
where we have to push the bikes until we are totally breathless. To the
hell with Bolivian tourist guides!
But our bitter complaints come to an end when we finally reach the
objective of the journey: THE SALAR!
There's no road or track to follow. So we set off, more or less in
the direction indicated by the mamita’s husband, towards an island
in the centre of the Salar, the island of Inca Huasi. For the moment, the
island is 40 km from the shore, and is too low to be visible. Of course,
it is neither on our map, nor on our satellite navigator. So we pedal on,
waiting for the secret island to show its nose.
But... But... We are on the Uyuni Salt
Flat!! Preoccupied by the problem of setting out in the right
direction, we have scarcely realised that we are on THE SALAR, the
Salar whose photos have fed our dreams of travel. One photo in
particular, that of Claude and Francoise Hervé, our
"heroes", on their bikes on the Salar with their young
daughter, Manon. A photo that made us dream, a picture of those
distant lands where one never goes... Well, now we are here, on the
Uyuni Salt Flat! This is a real dream come true for Olivier... And we
can hardly believe that we are living this moment.
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In front of us are hundreds of kilometres of
salt where our cyclist heroes have already ridden. But there is nothing
left of their footsteps, erased in a matter of hours or days by rain and
wind. And we fell as we are crossing a virgin territory, an impression
reinforced by the purity of white on which we drive. It’s true; we
have already exhausted our enthusiasm on the Salar of Coipasa, which
keeps a special place in our memories. But the two are not identical. The
Uyuni Salt Flat is striking by its magnitude: the volcanoes that surround
it are lost on the horizon, or even disappear leaving a white line that
runs off to infinity. And the surface is also different: Here, the
surface is covered by mysterious polygonal figures delimited by little
ridges of salt! They also stretch out to infinity, and offer an almost
surreal landscape when the setting sun skims across, highlighting them
with light and shadow. It’s so beautiful!
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Soon we realized that we will not reach
the island before dark. We therefore decided to pitch tent where we
are, and enjoy the sunset on the Salar... And what colours! Our tent
is alone in the world, green in the midst of all this white...
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White? But no! The sunset has repainted the
salt in shades of pink and orange, violet even near the hexagonal crests
of salt. It's wonderful! It is a surreal scene that gives us the
impression of being in a traveller’s dream. Of course, we take
photo after photo, and we are totally absorbed by this unique landscape.
It’s not easy to pitch tent, the tent pegs will never penetrate
this salt, as solid as concrete! But Olivier is never short of ideas: not
possible to plant tent pegs? No large stones to replace the pegs? But we
have two bikes, and now our tent firmly tied to Phileas and Heidi, almost
as solid and resistant to the wind as good tent pegs Thank bikes!
Brr, once the sun has disappeared, the
temperature drops fast here. We quickly return under the tent to cook
our evening meal while the night falls. So far it’s an ordinary
story.
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But, the clouds that so perfectly adorned the
sky at sunset, did not set with the sun... On the contrary, they have
inflated to become stormy cumulus, and in the distance we can hear
rolling thunder: there is a big storm in the distance! Provided that...
Oh no!... The wind is blowing in the wrong direction, and gradually
bringing the storm towards us! We anxiously watch the lightning draw
closer: on this huge flat surface, our tent and our bikes are like
magnets! The storm is now really dangerously close: We will have to do
something. Olivier lays the bikes flat, but the metal tent frame remains
a high point. We become seriously worried, as the lightning strikes all
around us. It is not acceptable to just sit here waiting for the
lightning to strike. We pick up our sleeping bags, and run fifty yards
from the tent in the stormy gusts of wind. There, we lay out flat on the
salt, wrapped in our sleeping bags, trying to be very small. We are
frightened. We send a prayer to heaven: not tonight, save us, save the
tent! We are in the middle of the storm. The wind becomes violent, and
the rain pours down on us, rain and then hail. Within minutes, we find
ourselves lying in a 3cm puddle of icy salt water, and the water seeps
through to the inside of our bags, and. We daren’t move... Provided
that lightning... Then after 10 minutes, the rain suddenly ceases, and
the wind calms down a bit. We are saved! The storm has blown over! We
wait a little longer, lying in our salt pond, counting the interval
between lightning and thunder. The storm moves slowly away. Phew... We
can breathe again...
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We run back to the tent, still wrapped in
our wet sleeping bags. Oh gosh... Our tent looks funny! It is slumped
on one side: it did not withstand the wind! A quick inspection
reveals that one of the poles has broken, tearing the canvas over
20cm. Damnation!
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We manage to repair the pole by sliding the
two broken ends into a metal tube of slightly higher diameter. As for the
tear, we will see what we can do tomorrow! What else is damaged? The tent
is full of 3cm of saltwater... We bail it out as best we can, hoping that
the Salar will quickly absorb the water covering the surface. The
sleeping bags are not completely soaked, but nevertheless very damp: we
cannot really sleep in them in that state... Fortunately, the wind is
still very strong: we take advantage of it to do a "drying"
program. We spend a good half-hour standing upright in the night, holding
the wet bags at arm's length in the wind, and they dry! They do not
have the fresh smell of clothes from a heated tumble-dryer, but the wind
is efficient. It also more or less dries our wet pants, which enables us
to return to the tent, no longer dripping wet. Well, the final result
could have been worse. We thank heaven that the only problem is salt
water...
The next day, sun shines as if nothing had happened, and the Salar is dry
under the blue sky. So we sew our tent, and brush the salt off the tent
as best we can. But the canvas, and all our clothes are as stiff as
cardboard: they all need a good rinse, but that can wait until we reach
Uyuni!
For the moment, we speed towards to the
"island" of Inca Huasi, which appears gradually on the horizon:
With the distance and the refraction of light on the ground, it looks
like a flying saucer floating in the morning sky: We cycle in a very
futuristic scenery! At our speed of 20 km/h speed, the saucer gradually
becomes a giant mushroom, and then a real island.
However it is a strange "island with
no water around it"! On it, we replenish our reserves of
freshwater, but we do not stay: with its charming forest of giant
cacti, this place is THE picnic stop for all the tourists in
four-wheel drives that cross the Salar... Let’s flee! towards
the town of Uyuni.
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But the town still far away, and nightfall
imposes a second bivouac on the Salar. A little anxious, we scrutinize
the sky on the lookout for potential storm clouds, but tonight will be
quiet... Except for the wind!
After these salty adventures, we really need a stop in a
"city-with-shower-for-bikes-and-us." Uyuni comes just at the
right time! Our bicycles are entitled to a whole morning’s brushing
(bags included), and we offer ourselves the luxury of a hotel for hikers.
Then we can finally invade the local Internet cafe for long hours of
responses to e-mails and updating the website. It has been a long time
(since Putre, Chile!) that we were able to give any news of
ourselves...
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Once these basic duties fulfilled, we
can focus on our next mission: go to the South Lipez for Christmas.
It will not be easy, considering that today is already... December
23rd!
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Part 2
So, we decide to take the night bus out of
town, to save us two days of uninteresting pedalling through bushy
plains. However, once more, the bus is a problem: it is not possible to
know if the bus will go to our destination, it will depend on the weather
and the state of the road. We are told to ask the driver! Yes, but we
need to know before we buy the tickets! Moreover, our bikes make the
ticket-man gasp: "Oh-oh no, it is not possible, they are far too
big!". We must use all our charm to convince him that they will
indeed go into the locker, once all the bags have been removed (we
dismantle the bags to show him). In short, we spend long hours bartering,
but finally we obtain our tickets,... and after a cold night of endless
jolts, we are finally at the foot of volcanoes. The Sud Lipez is waiting
for us!
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December 24, 2007 - January 1, 2008:
Christmas in Sud Lipez
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Christmas in Sud Lipez begins well: a bright
blue sky, clean fresh air that refreshes us, and a track, not too bad,
that climbs gently upwards: what more could we ask for? Well nothing, but
unfortunately, we will have more and even too much wind! Well, we know
about the wind, and we have learned to live with it. But this is the wind
of South Lipez. We have been warned. But even forewarned, it is a fierce
howling wind of gusts and gales, which destabilizes our 70 kilos of bikes
and luggage with an unbelievable force. A wind that raises huge swirls of
dust and sand and throws them into our face. We are going have to grit
our teeth...
On the advice of a road-maintainer at
Alota, we leave the main trail in the afternoon and turn 90 degrees
onto a track carved by the wheels of 4-wheel drives. A big mistake!
Initially we are relieved to have a side-wind in place of a
headwind.
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But we are soon disillusioned: the sand and
stones slow us down to 3 m/h, and the wind still whistles and rings in
our ears with a sound that drives us crazy. We think of our families that
must be in the middle of their Christmas Eve celebrations, taking account
of the time zones. But for us here, it is not really "foie gras
& champagne!
The trail turns, and the wind is once again a
headwind. It is no longer possible to keep our balance on the bikes. We
pedal, we fall, we push... We pedal, we fall, we push, and the afternoon
comes to an end. After yet another small fall, Amanda cracks. She did not
really expect to have a Christmas Eve like that! Tired after a sleepless
night and fighting against the brutal wind, and above all, thousands of
miles away from “home” and those she loves, it's too
much. She collapses in tears, sitting forlorn on the sand. But
fortunately, not all of her loved ones are at the other end of the world.
"The one she loves" has just found a little site to set up
camp. Nothing grandiose nor very comfortable, but a large rock that
shelters the tent from the wind. And seeing his beauty laid out, he lifts
her up, and at the same time raises her morale. The efforts are finished
for today; it’s time to prepare the Christmas Eve pasta, and to
hang the garlands in the tent! And after all, the two of us together, are
already a family, right?
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We quickly install ourselves in our
small but comfortable shelter and prepare a small banquet under the
garlands. Father Jean-Louis’ mini nativity crib sits on our
socks in a corner of the tent. Each of us has secretly bought some
chocolate for the other, and Olivier has even found some dehydrated
desserts: strawberry jelly and whipped cream!
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We also have our personal
“champagne”: big bowls of sweet hot chocolate... Even better
than bubbles! This feast boosts our morale tremendously, and we enjoy our
celebration at the end of the world: Merry Christmas everybody!
Unfortunately, this first day in the Sud Lipez
was only the beginning: we will continue to struggle against the wind and
bad tracks during the following days. Sometimes, even pushing the bikes
becomes a major effort!
And we are not at the end of our
difficulties ... One morning, we meet a 4-wheel drive whom we ask
for a little water, scarce in this region. The driver asked us
where we are going: "What? You want to get back to the main
trail? On this track you will have to climb over the hills in front
and the track is steep! I advise you to make a detour to the east,
by Lake Khara: it is longer, but the road is less steep and the
lake is really beautiful, with hundreds of flamingos... The track?
No worse than this one, quite easy on a bike!"
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So, we take his advice and set off for Lake
Khara! But as we progress, we discover that the driver has no idea what
"easy on a bike” means. We find ourselves in the middle of
vast sand dunes, on a track that is a series of deep furrows left by
4-wheel drives in half a metre of soft sand. Absolute hell for cyclists!
We push our bikes for several hours, even downhill, without exceeding the
3 mph and we eventually get to the lake as night falls: a cold night, in
fact, the thermometer drops to -15°C !
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Fortunately, the sun is back again,
early the following morning, and it slowly melts the iced water in
our bottles. In the sunshine Lake Khara is really beautiful with
white expanses of salt and colonies of flamingos aggregated
together against the cold.
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Now, we need to go around the lake to return
to the main trail, some ten miles behind the mountains in the distance.
But, but where is our track? The deep marks of the 4-wheel drives
continue, but to the south, while we need to go west! Well, both the map
and the Satnav say that we are heading in the right direction: So, we
will continue in the direction indicated by our Satnav, and we are bound
to cross the trail eventually. But we forget that bloody sand, which
makes us to have to push our heavy bikes at no more than 2 mph, or even
1, because now the track goes up!
By mid-morning, we start to worry: there is
still no sign of the main trail! The track becomes steeper, and it
becomes impossible to push our laden bikes single-handed. So we resort to
both of us pushing just one bike, one after the other, 100 m by 100 m.
After several exhausting hours, we have covered barely 2 miles. And our
worry becomes anxiety: there is no track and there will probably no track
before reaching the main trail, some 6 miles beyond the mountains. But at
our present speed, and despite our efforts, it will take us at least two
more days to get there. And we have only one day’s water in
reserve! In this isolated region, far from any road, the probability of
meeting a 4-wheel drive is zero. Needless to say, there is no signal on
the mobile phone! In short, the situation is not good...
But we refuse to panic. Anyway, we have no
choice, we will push or heave our bikes, step by step, and economise our
water. If only we did not have this violent headwind screaming in our
ears. Fortunately the sun, at least, is present! In order not to despair,
we encourage each other, we push a bike for a 100 meters, and then we
come back, hand in hand, getting our breath back; our altitude is over
4300 m! Then the slope increases, and we have to remove the bags. It then
takes us four round trips for each step forward... Needless to say, we
progress at the speed of paralytic snails! The guide who advised us to
take this route is a public danger! "No problemo con las
bicicletas" ASSASSIN!
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It takes us two days of exhausting efforts
to arrive finally at the top of these mountains of sand: 4820 m, we
are higher than the Mont Blanc! We have beaten our record... and we
are pushing our bikes! Despite the fatigue and our moral anguish (we
have only 4 litres of water left), we make a commemorative video and
take some photos.
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We know that the landscape is absolutely
fabulous, but we cannot appreciate it. The photos will do for us!
The following descent is easier, but we
must still continue pushing the bikes, the wind and soft sand make
it impossible to pedal. At nightfall, we finally reach the trail we
were hoping for. Extenuated, we set up camp in the wind and
freezing temperatures (-17°C tonight!). We have just half a
litre of water left...
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The next morning, when Olivier is thinking
very seriously about filtering the urine he has kept in a bottle, our
salvation appears: the dust of a 4-wheel drive on the horizon!
Amanda runs in the direction of its track, 600 yards away, waving her
arms. And whew, the car stops, and puts 4 litres of water into her arms.
Meanwhile, another car passes near the tent: another 2 litres for
Olivier! We are saved; we will not die from thirst!
And our morale climbs high as we cycle towards
the next of the marvels to be seen, the "arbol de piedra" (the
stone tree), jolting on the terrible corrugated iron trail (but after
these two days, corrugated sheet is the least of our concerns).
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The "arbol de piedra" is a
rock that is known throughout the region for its resemblance to a
tree, and its isolated location in the middle of the desert.
Indeed, it forms a slightly unreal décor in which to
photograph our bikes.
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But we are not at the end of our problems:
while we are discussing with the friendly occupants of 4-wheel drive,
which also stopped to take pictures, someone steals our camera, left on a
rock! Unbelievable: a robbery here in the desert! But we must face the
facts: another car stopped right next to the rock and then left again,
quickly... A thief! But what can we do with our bikes? Furious and
totally depressed by the loss, we push our bikes, powerless, at 2 mph in
the sand, in the "pursuit" of the thieves... (The latter, of
course, deny everything when the friendly 4w-d next meet up with
them).
Needless to say, we were not in a cheerful
mood when a 4-wheel drive stopped just in front of us. We sigh: we have
no desire to respond to the same old questions and to say that we
enjoying ourselves on our bikes, when it's far from being the
truth... But we are wrong: they are not curious spectators, they are
angels, good old guardian angels who come to our rescue when nothing goes
right.
"Well then, young Frenchies! Hi
there! Your bikes are brilliant, how are you going? " Michel,
a joyful French quinquagenarian, has already descended from his car
and is walking towards us. Just hearing his accent from Southwest
France, we already feel better.
And we feel even better when, joined by
Chantal, his companion, he proposes to take us in his car to the
next "marvel" of Southern Lipez, the "Laguna
Colorada". Exactly what we were dreaming of! We spend the
evening warm and sheltered from the wind, and in excellent company.
It is exactly what we needed to rebuild our morale.
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The next day, in their company, we visit some
incredible geysers at almost 5000 m altitude. They are even more
impressive than those of Iceland, we are in a landscape that seem totally
unreal. However, despite the comfort and speed of the 4-wheel drive, we
are frustrated not to be on our bikes in the middle of this scenery. We
decide to return to our bikes, even if it is certain that we will again
have to push them after the next bend. But, thank you so much, Michel and
Chantal, for this comfortable interlude that came just at the right
time!
And, of course, we are once again confronted
with the cocktail of fierce sandy wind, and having tp get off and push
every 500 m (why on earth did we abandon the 4-wheel drive?). But our
efforts are rewarded with an unbelievable landscape. We traverse a sandy
area called "Las Piedras Dali". And indeed, it is as if we are
"inside" a painting of Salvador Dali, a fabulous surrealistic
"Daliesque" painting. Golden and ochre sand dunes, spattered
with grey stones, with strange forms, sprung from nowhere and
multicoloured mountains in the background. There are no melted watches,
just two bizarre bicycles that add a note of eccentricity to this
masterpiece.
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On the last day of the year, we come to
the last "marvel" of our journey: the famous "Laguna
Verde", with turquoise green waters... Decidedly, between
these multicoloured lakes and the mountains of graded yellow ochre,
the South Lipez has mastered the art of incredible colours... But,
on New Year's Eve, for a change, we will not be alone!
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We come to the mountain refuge of Laguna
Verde, where we offer ourselves a meal cooked by the matron: rice,
alpaca, and an infusion of "mate". It is not exactly the
duckling and "foie gras" of French celebrations, but we are
more than contented! Above all, we spend our evening with the three young
"backpackers", including a French man, Denis, with whom we talk
all evening. He also is touring the world with his girlfriend, but
"backpacking" (www.voirplusloin.fr). However, he admits that the bikes are
tempting ... To resume, a warm and happy New Year’s Eve, which we
finish with our "champagne": a hot chocolate between two
lovers.
A Very Happy New Year 2008 to everyone!
For us, the New Year 2008 will begin with a
new country. The Laguna Verde was the last leg of our adventures in
Southern Lipez, and the border between Bolivia and Chile is only a few
kilometres away. But Chile will only be a short step. Our itinerary, in a
couple of days, will take us a few miles further west into Argentina. Our
eighth country! So what will Argentina have in reserve for us? Will we
find the warmth and comfort that we really need after these difficult
days at high altitude? What will we find when we leave the Andes that we
have traversed in all directions during nearly three months? And will the
famous Argentine beef live up to its reputation?
To be continued... in the next episode!
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The details of everyday
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Eating
Let us be frank: Bolivia has
exceptional landscapes that are magical, almost unreal, but
it’s cooking is not its strong point. Well, it is true that
we have crossed the driest, poorest and most deserted regions of
the country. But we retain few memories of our culinary
discoveries in Bolivia!
Nevertheless, let us cite:
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The price of food is generally low:
we have replenished our personal reserves of spices: cinnamon,
vanilla and other herbs of unknown origin, but pleasant scents
that replace our depleted reserves of "Herbs de
Provence".
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At Uyuni, the stands that flourish
in the streets at nightfall sell homemade hamburgers and chips
for € 0.25. We prefer not to know where the meat comes
from, but it's good, hot, and no-one was sick!
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Quinoa soup prepared by the mamitas.
Here, quinoa (a sort of goosefoot) is almost the only plant
that is grown, and is to be found everywhere. But when we tried
to cook it without a recipe, ( "let’s boil it like
pasta!"), what a horror! Quinoa swells and solidifies into
a mass of thick, bland and indigestible muck. Even dogs in the
village did not want it! In contrast, the mamitas know how to
cook it, and their soups are delicious. We even tasted a
"refresco" (chilled drink) based on quinoa (made by a
"mamita"), white and thick but refreshing. We liked
it.
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Tea with water from our pasta! The
lack of water makes us inventive. So we tried to recuperate the
water from cooking our pasta, and used it to make our tea in
the evening. And it was not so bad! Of course you must remember
not to salt the water, and add a lot of sugar to the tea...
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Going out of Coipasa: 5 km of
pushing in 10 cm of slippery mud. We should have found a proper
road!
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The storm on the Uyuni Salt Flat:
the biggest fright of our trip
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Finding a bus to get out of
Uyuni
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The wind in Southern Lipez...
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The sand in Southern Lipez...
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The cold in Southern Lipez...
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The stony tracks of Southern
Lipez
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Our misadventures round Laguna
Khara, which we declare the most difficult moment of our
trip!
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The theft of our camera
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The thousands of miles that
separated us from our loved ones during the holidays...
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The best moments
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The impression of riding in the sky
on the Coipasa Salt flat. It was the best moment of the
trip!
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The Uyuni Salt Flat
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Christmas evening in love at the end
of the World.
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New Year’s Eve at Laguna
Verde.
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The incredible landscapes of
Southern Lipez.
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Meeting Chantal and Michel and the
moments spent together which made us forget our worries.
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The morning of 1st of January, under
a bright sun and no wind (!!), at Laguna Verde...
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For us Bolivia, has been a country of
extremes: extreme difficulties, fabulous moments. But without rancour,
Mr Southern Lipez.
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List of the GPS positions (towns or
bivouacs) of Globicyclette in Bolivia...
Date
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Latitude S (deg min
sec)
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Longitude W (deg min
sec)
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Place
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15/12
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19 12 27.12
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68 33 42.3
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Bivouac Pisiga (Bolivie)
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16/12
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19 16 30.71
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68 16 42.99
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Casa à Coipasa
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17/12
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19 31 55.76
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67 59 31.02
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Bivouac de l'autre côté du
Salar
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18/12
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19 43 47.73
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67 38 19.86
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Bivouac Jirira
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19/12
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No signal!
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Bivouac sur le salar sous
l'orage!
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20/12
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20 14 23.81
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67 37 39.54
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Ile Inca Huasi
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20/12
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20 18 45.16
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67 10 39.15
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Bivouac sur le salar
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21/12
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20 18 7.56
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66 56 3.55
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Colchani
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22/12
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20 27 56.61
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66 49 35.66
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Hotel Uyuni
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24/12
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21 30 15.32
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67 51 35.17
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Bivouac Noël
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25/12
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21 37 3.44
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67 53 28.58
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Bivouac du "vent"
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26/12
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21 52 39.05
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67 51 6.22
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Bivouac Laguna Khara
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27/12
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21 55 1.75
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67 54 49.45
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Bivouac Jo
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28/12
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21 57 12.34
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67 58 0.29
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Bivouac Ro
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29/12
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22 15 54.31
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67 48 58.03
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Refugi Laguna Colorada
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30/12
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22 38 9.55
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67 42 21.85
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Bivouac Pe
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31/12
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22 49 19.18
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67 47 1.45
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Refugi Laguna Verde
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