In Bolivia we will cycle on nothing but white crystalline for three days, drink the foul-tasting bile of a psychedelic plant, and fly high above La Paz in a multi-coloured network of ski lifts. We’ll suffer temperatures from –10 to 22 in a single day, camp on an island surrounded by a solid sea and meet skeletons placed in hollow coral structures more than 40,000 years old.
In Bolivia, there is deep and mysterious history. Say what you like about it, but the story that follows is nothing if not unique. Clip in, wrap up warm and above all lower your tire pressure, because otherwise these sand roads will be even more brutal.
There was minor tension at breakfast…
Full story and more stories here: https://open.substack.com/pub/jackgreenwood/p/chapter-8-a-bolivian-diary?r=1e0k8c&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post
by Wise_Engineer4500