PA25: Bolivia – Cycling from La Paz to Villazón

Rainy season had come to Bolivia, all over the news they were talking about landslides closing roads, and floods destroying villages in the amazonian regions. We really wanted to be in Argentina for Christmas, so we decided to take the quickest and most direct route possible down the country.

So let’s get on with it!

Leaving El Alto, heading South.

Not particularly challenging terrain. Good mile-munching countryside.

Patacamaya. Every single building the same colour.

Bolivia is desperately short of fuel, so there are plenty of unofficial gasoline sellers by the roadside.

A long, gentle climb in the rain.

Living our best homeless life in the altiplano.

Leaving Oruro.

This is what makes it all worthwhile.

Bolivia doesn’t have much. These local tiendas stock basics like snacks, water, and maybe some bread.

We made it to the town of Huari, where one of the country’s most popular beers is brewed.

The whole town had come together to celebrate at the brewery. There were hundreds of people, three brass bands, and a couple of barbecues sizzling away.

Everyone was trying to drink as much Huari as possible, and things started to get a bit rowdy by noon.

Scenes like this are pretty common all over Bolivia during the weekend. Getting absolutely paralytic before lunchtime seems to be a pretty standard leisure activity. I guess there is bugger all else to do out here in the altiplano…

It was a good moment to get back on the road. Hopefully there weren’t too many drunk drivers coming up behind us.

More mile munching.

The road wasn’t technically challenging, but we needed to stay focused, spin a high gear at a decent cadence, and keep taking big bites out of the remaining distance to Uyuni.

Not a single restaurant open in town? Gourmet instant noodles and egg by the roadside. Bon appetite!

Dusty old towns, forgotten railway infrastructure, and old mines. If you want to feel like you are in a wild west movie, come to Bolivia.

Altiplano.

Llamas.

No civilisation for miles, except this small, dusty farm complex.
Río Salado (salty river). Pretty self explanatory.

Leading to the Salar de Uyuni. I guess that this is how the salt gets into the lake?

Chicharrón de Llama. It actually went down pretty smoothly. Raquel wasn’t super keen since we had been meeting roadside Llamas for the last few days.

We rolled into Uyuni, bored, sore, and eager to enjoy all of the fruits of civilisation.

We left the bikes in our hotel, and caught a bus over to Sucre, to do a spot of bog standard tourism.

Beautiful old Spanish colonial architecture in Sucre. We enjoyed several nights of cocktails on this rooftop.

The cathedral was seriously impressive.

A very welcome sight after months of looking at identical concrete and red brick buildings. An oasis of culture after a repetitive existence in the altiplano.

I absolutely love these sort of places. The Spanish were really switched on when it came to putting buildings in hot places. Lots of shaded interior courtyards and terraces. I guess they learned it from the Arabs?

Sucre is the administrative capital of Bolivia, and it served as the seat for the royalty up until the early 20th century.

Castillo de Glorieta, completed in 1897, the historic residence of the Prince of Bolivia in the early 20th century.

I reckon that I could put up with having to live here…

A decent sized bathtub. I reckon that you could fit a cow in here!

We had to drag ourselves away from  Sucre. Without doubt one of the most beautiful cities in South America. Definitely come and visit if you have the chance!

Back to Uyuni.

We wanted to do a guided tour of the Salar.

I’d already spent 3 days out on the salt flats watching the occasional race car go past (see my previous blog post), but this would be Raquel’s first time on the salt.

The ‘train graveyard’, a staple on every Salar de Uyuni tour. There were about 30 or 40 old steam locomotives rusting away out on an old railway siding. Fred Dibnah would have loved this!

Salt.

A maze built from blocks of salt?

Can confirm, it’s salt…

Salt Llama.

At this time of year the lake was reduced to just a small pond, but it still made for some fantastic snaps of the sunset.

We rode the bikes onto the Salar the next day, and were rewarded with an even better sunset.

Well, at this point we had used up a big chunk of time being tourists, now we really needed to get a move on. Argentina for Xmas!

Back to altiplano, and the occasional llama.

This place could do with a few cactuses to jazz it up a bit. A swimming pool would be a godsend, but I’d happily settle for a roadside bath in a cold river right about now.

Atocha, a small mining town in the middle of nowhere. We were directed to the best hotel in town, which turned out to be a bunkhouse for workers in the mines. I doubt that they get many tourists staying here.

The road got hilly on the way to Tupiza. It was sweltering hot, which made climbing a bit more gruelling than usual.

After a while we began a long steady descent down into Tupiza.

México?!

We finished the last stretch of riding to Villazón, at the border with Argentina. Time for a new country!

Bolivia is one of the poorest nations (GDP per capita) in South America, coming in just behind Venezuela.

The Bolivian economy is completely dependent on primary industries, mostly mining and oil exploration. It’s incredible that the economy is doing so badly here, considering that they have an abundance of everything that an increasingly technological world is hungry for. There’s a very good chance that the rare earth metals within the device that you are reading this on originated in a hole in the ground in Bolivia.

The Salar de Uyuni? Underneath that huge salt lake lies the largest single deposit of lithium ore on the planet, with estimates ranging wildly between 20% and 50% of total global deposits. I suspect that in the near future the global demand for lithium batteries in the green revolution will lead to the defacement, and eventual loss of this unique natural wonder.

Seeing the way in which people get through the day here has been eye opening for me. The level of rural poverty is staggering. In the west we have a tendency to idealise the concept of a peaceful, rustic lifestyle, but when your entire livelyhood is based upon your herd of llamas, things are far from ideal.

The national shortage of fuel is crippling the country at the moment, and has been going on for some time now. Virtually everything that we do in a modern economy requires petrochemicals, and they are absolutely essential for transport. These days Bolivians can’t predict the arrival of a heavy goods vehicle to within a week.

The availability of modern convenience is extremely limited. You might find the basics like bread, and cans of tuna, but many modern luxuries that you or I might take for granted are completely unobtainable. Trying to find fresh fruit and vegetables up in the altiplano was a real challenge. Food hygiene and personal cleanliness are among the worst that I’ve seen anywhere on the planet.

That being said, Bolivians have undoubtedly been the friendliest people that I’ve met since I rolled out of Quito on this journey.

I reckon that if you can tolerate a certain amount of discomfort, and maybe the odd stomach bug or two, this country has some truly incredible opportunities for adventure.