BOLIVIA!

I thought these guys only lived in Africa, zoos, and at Hearst Castle. Wrong.

At $160 dollars a head just to walk across a line in the sand, ($800 for a fam of five), Bolivia started off playing kind of rough. Three months later (the yearly max allowed for us Americans), a dozen stops, and dozens more adventures we’re happy to give the place five unqualified thumbs up.

We started in Copa Cabana… on Lago Titicaca (I still laugh when I say that).

Bet you never thought you’d see a Priest this close to me. This guy was BRAVE! I’m happy to report my car was blessed… perhaps me too (a lot of holy water was getting thrown around), and no one was hurt in the process.

Then it was La Paz. Quite possibly my favorite big city on earth.

These guys will help you cross the street. Do not… I repeat DO NOT even think about crossing the streets here without help!! We did once during rush hour… easily the most dangerous thing we’ve done on our trip.

Kiala got a job!

Made the best cup of coffee in the place.

We got our asses kicked by a monster hail storm.

Golf ball sized hail and tents (trucks too for that matter) don’t play well together. Final score… Hail 20… Tent 0.

Life is not easy for too many.

And then there’s these strange mannequins… everywhere.

Lookin’ good guys…

… and gals.

Hey there pretty lady… how you doin’?

Wait… that’s no mannequin – that’s a… ok, I give up.

Carson and Kaila clean up the hot springs.

Potossi

Lost in translation? Or a blatant cry for viagra?

Still haven’t figured out what I’m supposed to be on the lookout for here.

The butchers daughter… she’ll tear your heart out.

“I’m a tasty little pig.” (But I wish I wasn’t!)

When you get to the south you start to understand why Butch and Sundance moved here… if they did.

While we’re on the subject of Butch and Sundance… supposedly they were here too.

#98: Camp on the runway of an international airport. Check.

An evening of folk music and war stories courtesy of Alberto.

I got a gig teaching tennis in Sucre for a few weeks and shocked everyone.

Not first… third place loser.

Old chapel near Butch and Sundance’s final stand… again, supposedly.

The coolest hood ornament I’ve ever seen. On the truck of our good friends Walther and Karrie.