Panties and bras lamps bloomed like mushrooms, while the plants took possession of the upstairs, They climbed the walls and spilled down the stairs in a dull noise like Amazon symphony. startled, He charged and shot out, before a jaguar come out from under the couch.
When I was considering a dignified exit, or the ability to call the official to say he was sick and on my second day, a pair of shadows suddenly attacked me from behind and grabbed me by the armpits. - "Go, which lacked, express kidnapping hangover breakfast!
What I saw scared me, I saw a giant toad that jumped out. I also, in shorts I got on the horse and got out of there, I didn't stop spurring until I got home. My wife was horrified, I didn't recognize how old I was.
Tarija, a region of the south west of Bolivia, called the “Bolivian Andalusia”, a land of flowers, Vineyards, palms, willows and with a huge river called Guadalquivir, It has not stopped surprising me even when I left.
Bolivia is full of cliffs, carriers and unpaved roads. Poor mixing. The crossing guard one of the most breathtaking trips in America and his name does not help to relax the gesture at the wheel. The Highway of Death is a path of mud and stone that wind through the foothills of the Yungas.
Uyuni is not a particularly pleasant, there are not many hotels and the dust seems to follow tenacious to the last of its corners. A clear, languid air of Far West goes through a village where residents peer through the cracks in their homes as withered gargoyles and cemetery nearby train seems to move horse thieves of another time.
In La Paz, sordid and magical, merciless and surprising, spiritual and pagan at a time, the feast of All Saints held off the beaten. A week later begins the Feast of Ñatitas and the city's indigenous majority is released to the cemeteries to hold a macabre and festive feast where the main guest is death. Welcome to one of the biggest shows of the World.