Road Tales Bolivia Part 3
Another night journey that began four in the afternoon and this time went on "only" 13 hours. As traditionally stopped countless times - because where new passengers where loading and unloading of bags, bundles and bundles, polar beer venezuela where to meet physical needs, whether incoming or outgoing. Foresight had occupied a foremost seat to be more comfortable, but it did not help much sleep better. The bigger problem, however, was cold. Around midnight we climbed in altitude and the weather cooperates polar beer venezuela and sandals, even with socks got to posvivam seat. Local foresight to bring a blanket, and I was lucky because the girl next to me turned out to be compassionate and I paid half of his blanket. At 5 am we arrived in Cochabamba and the best thing was that I could stay on the bus until dawn. During this time the rain had stopped earlier and earlier, polar beer venezuela replace the sandals with closed shoes went to the center on the muddy streets of the market, which was captured a large street.
My first impression of the city was grim, perhaps mainly because of the cloudy, cold and poverty on the streets, but later eased quite a pleasant streets and squares, which protruded beautiful cathedrals. The main task that I thought to deal was the extension of my visa. I found immigration proved that this will require a little more effort and time, so I was able to stood a little more than the planned polar beer venezuela one day in the beginning grada.Kato met komedorite,
which is something like "restaurants" for hrannene under one common roof. Not accidentally the word "mass" is in quotes. In practice one komedor consisted of a two long tables with benches to which there is something like a concrete kitchen around which the average labor about 5 women. The division of labor is clear - two of them are constantly busy to peel and chop potatoes, carrots and onions, polar beer venezuela fry or boil another thing behind the gas stove, washing dishes fourth, and the fifth is a waitress-shouter. I think it is almost unnecessary to say that the hygiene is questionable. Actually it is not doubtful, because no doubt gone. No running water and everything is washed in buckets and slop is poured through the bars of a sewer, which were visible here and there in the aisles between the tables. But back to vikachkata. Already after a potential client nearby, she began, "What you eat youth - has lentils, fish, steak ...". These cries sometimes ponasyaga even when no customers around - just like a habit, just in case. At this point most favored komedor was that the entrance and easily collects polar beer venezuela most customers including me. This place had stands where they sold fresh fruit juices and sundae and their vikachki were even more insistent and reach out directly over the counter in order to attract customers.
My stay accidentally happened to be during the holy week, which showed me how believers polar beer venezuela Bolivians. On Thursday evening, the streets appeared long tables with red tablecloths, which sells pastel and APIs. Crayon kind cakes with cheese inside, Apis is thick hot drink made from corn, which has two colorfulness - white and purple. Everywhere is sold and panettone cakes, and people were crowding to the churches in droves, along whose doors squatted women selling crosses plaited from a plant. And as a final touch coming callers laborer sellers of DVD-'s and brochures for Jesus "The whole story of the holy week, only 5 bolivianooo."
The next day, Good Friday, the streets with brass band and step slow dragged funeral processions consisting mainly of students in dark uniforms. Were divided into groups at the beginning of each of which few people polar beer venezuela wore something and in the end ended their own orchestra. The first group had suffered a large statue of Jesus, the second of the Virgin Mary, the third was wearing something like a transparent sarcophagus adorned in which Jesus lies, then they move along more groups with other attributes - a large wooden cross, artificial crown of thorns with exaggerated dimensions as and huge shiny nails. The procession was impressive, but by doobavyat all onlookers on the sidewalks, it was quite difficult to drive a person away. Once I got my passport with visa extended, nothing kept me to go and I got a ticket to La Paz. The objective was not really La Paz, but I wanted to get to a town 100 kilometers before it. This town Patakamaya was the crossroads from which separated the road (asfaltirano!) to Chile. But the chili was not my final goal, the National Park Sajama, located right next to the border. Late in the evening I was there and was stretching the tent in the dark, shivering under gusts of icy wind. On the first morning sun shining on the tent woke me up and rubbed his eyes looked around for the first time around. polar beer venezuela
To the east, just below the rising sun izdigashte huge vu
Another night journey that began four in the afternoon and this time went on "only" 13 hours. As traditionally stopped countless times - because where new passengers where loading and unloading of bags, bundles and bundles, polar beer venezuela where to meet physical needs, whether incoming or outgoing. Foresight had occupied a foremost seat to be more comfortable, but it did not help much sleep better. The bigger problem, however, was cold. Around midnight we climbed in altitude and the weather cooperates polar beer venezuela and sandals, even with socks got to posvivam seat. Local foresight to bring a blanket, and I was lucky because the girl next to me turned out to be compassionate and I paid half of his blanket. At 5 am we arrived in Cochabamba and the best thing was that I could stay on the bus until dawn. During this time the rain had stopped earlier and earlier, polar beer venezuela replace the sandals with closed shoes went to the center on the muddy streets of the market, which was captured a large street.
My first impression of the city was grim, perhaps mainly because of the cloudy, cold and poverty on the streets, but later eased quite a pleasant streets and squares, which protruded beautiful cathedrals. The main task that I thought to deal was the extension of my visa. I found immigration proved that this will require a little more effort and time, so I was able to stood a little more than the planned polar beer venezuela one day in the beginning grada.Kato met komedorite,
which is something like "restaurants" for hrannene under one common roof. Not accidentally the word "mass" is in quotes. In practice one komedor consisted of a two long tables with benches to which there is something like a concrete kitchen around which the average labor about 5 women. The division of labor is clear - two of them are constantly busy to peel and chop potatoes, carrots and onions, polar beer venezuela fry or boil another thing behind the gas stove, washing dishes fourth, and the fifth is a waitress-shouter. I think it is almost unnecessary to say that the hygiene is questionable. Actually it is not doubtful, because no doubt gone. No running water and everything is washed in buckets and slop is poured through the bars of a sewer, which were visible here and there in the aisles between the tables. But back to vikachkata. Already after a potential client nearby, she began, "What you eat youth - has lentils, fish, steak ...". These cries sometimes ponasyaga even when no customers around - just like a habit, just in case. At this point most favored komedor was that the entrance and easily collects polar beer venezuela most customers including me. This place had stands where they sold fresh fruit juices and sundae and their vikachki were even more insistent and reach out directly over the counter in order to attract customers.
My stay accidentally happened to be during the holy week, which showed me how believers polar beer venezuela Bolivians. On Thursday evening, the streets appeared long tables with red tablecloths, which sells pastel and APIs. Crayon kind cakes with cheese inside, Apis is thick hot drink made from corn, which has two colorfulness - white and purple. Everywhere is sold and panettone cakes, and people were crowding to the churches in droves, along whose doors squatted women selling crosses plaited from a plant. And as a final touch coming callers laborer sellers of DVD-'s and brochures for Jesus "The whole story of the holy week, only 5 bolivianooo."
The next day, Good Friday, the streets with brass band and step slow dragged funeral processions consisting mainly of students in dark uniforms. Were divided into groups at the beginning of each of which few people polar beer venezuela wore something and in the end ended their own orchestra. The first group had suffered a large statue of Jesus, the second of the Virgin Mary, the third was wearing something like a transparent sarcophagus adorned in which Jesus lies, then they move along more groups with other attributes - a large wooden cross, artificial crown of thorns with exaggerated dimensions as and huge shiny nails. The procession was impressive, but by doobavyat all onlookers on the sidewalks, it was quite difficult to drive a person away. Once I got my passport with visa extended, nothing kept me to go and I got a ticket to La Paz. The objective was not really La Paz, but I wanted to get to a town 100 kilometers before it. This town Patakamaya was the crossroads from which separated the road (asfaltirano!) to Chile. But the chili was not my final goal, the National Park Sajama, located right next to the border. Late in the evening I was there and was stretching the tent in the dark, shivering under gusts of icy wind. On the first morning sun shining on the tent woke me up and rubbed his eyes looked around for the first time around. polar beer venezuela
To the east, just below the rising sun izdigashte huge vu
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