• Laura Blaubär

Bikepacking Cusco to Santiago

Pengembaraan 107hari oleh Laura Baca lagi
  • Permulaan perjalanan
    18 September 2023

    Getting Ready

    17 September 2023, Belanda ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

    Getting ready. Less then 12 hours until take-off!

  • Arrived in Cusco

    18 September 2023, Peru ⋅ 🌙 9 °C
  • Cusco Day 2

    20 September 2023, Peru ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    Taking it easy the first days. The weather is currently quite wet and thunderstormy , which means I feel zero guilt just enjoying the hostels covered courtyard, reading a book and sipping tea!

    Had a little walk around Cusco today and discovered that sidewalk heights are largely variable (one extreme example can be seen in the 3rd picture). Better not fall down or you might break your neck 😬

    I'm hoping for the weather to improve a bit over the next days and explore some places around Cusco. Stay tuned!
    Baca lagi

  • Colectivos, Lamas and Inka Ruins

    22 September 2023, Peru ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

    Yesterday was spent riding colectivos and exploring the ruins of Pisac and Ollantaytambo.

    I got to practice my spanish as the elderly lady who sat next to me in colectivo nr. 1 used the one hour ride to tell me everything about her daughter who moved to Norway a year ago -> The short version: She likes it there but it's freaking cold.

    Shared a cab up to the Pisac ruins (first 3 pictures) with two other travellers and ended up tagging along for the day.
    First, to the local market for an authentic Peruvian menú, followed by two more colectivo rides to reach Ollantaytambo.

    Unsurprisingly, colectivo quality varies widely, from cars that should not be allowed to move on any street, ever, at all, to quite luxurious new mini vans. We got a taste of the whole spectrum ✌️

    In Ollantaytambo we visited the remains of the sun temple (5-6), followed by my personal highlight of the day: a close-up Lama encounter 😀

    Did you know that all Lamas in a herd will always poop in the same spot, and only there?
    Well, now you know 🧠!

    Today's Lama-count: 🦙🦙🦙🦙🦙🦙🦙🦙
    Baca lagi

  • Cusco - San Blas

    24 September 2023, Peru ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

    Spontaneously joined a free walking tour and got shown the San Blas district. Very cute, quite, full of street art and reminds me a bit of southern Europe. Made a friend on the tour and got my first Pisco Sour 🍸Baca lagi

  • Machu Picchu

    26 September 2023, Peru ⋅ ☁️ 22 °C

    After a lot of back and forth and indecisiveness, I finally decided to visit Machu Picchu. Booked a train ticket - the only way of getting there except for a 8 hour mini bus ride over the Andes followed by hours of hiking - and left for Aguas Calientes, the town at the foot of the mountain, on Monday. The train ticket is actually 2h of bus ride and 2h train.

    Once in Aguas Calientes I needed to get a ticket to visit Machu Picchu, as I didn’t have one yet. Officially, tickets sell out months in advance, but what many don’t know is that there is usually a contingency of 1000 extra tickets being sold every day for the following day’s time slot. So, I spent the rest of the day queuing. First to get a number for the ticket queue and 2h later queued again at the actual ticket queue…How does that make sense? No one knows…Anyways, at least I got to make some new friends in the queue, and 3 hours later we were happy owners of tickets for course 2 (the most complete course through the ruins) and the first entrance time slot at 6 am the next day!

    While the weather forecast predicted rain for all of Tuesday, there was none. Lucky us!
    Spent 3h at the sight - admiring the ruins and even spotting Hummingbirds and a Vicunja! - before hiking back down to Aguas Calientes (not my favourite town…90% tourists, loud and dirty) to catch the train/bus back to Cusco.

    Glad to have decided not to skip this world wonder. It was simply breathtaking!

    Now getting ready to start cycling eastbound tomorrow! 🚴‍♀️ Wish me luck 🍀
    Baca lagi

  • First cycle day and Hacienda Murillo

    28–30 Sep 2023, Peru ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    Let me start by saying that in Peru you CAN take a drivers test...but you can also simply buy a driving license. The latter seems to be what everyone does, considering the driving style here.

    Yesterday I learned the hard way that when it comes to cycling in Peru it seems that you have the choice between two different evils:

    1. Lots of nasty exhaust fumes, honking, and the occasional crazy driver on the main roads

    2. Being chased, barked at and scared half to death by packs of wild dogs on the gravel roads

    Considering this, the main road seems to be the safest place to cycle as it at least has a shoulder and not too much traffic. And almost no dogs.

    But since I didn't know all of this yet, my first day turned out to be rather adventurous. Including dogs and 6 km of half pushing, half carrying my (37 ish kg) bike along abandoned railroad tracks.

    In the end I opted for the main road, which is manageable as long as you dress accordingly (picture 4).

    I finished the day earlier than planned and set up camp at a volunteering Hacienda south of Urcos (picture 6-7). Which by the way, is home to no less than 16 (!!) Dogs!

    Some of the volunteers had planned for a trip to the rainbow Mountain today, so I decided that the road could wait and joined them instead 🥳

    Rainbow Mountain wasn't really on my list of sights as I had heared it was usually absolutely overcrowded. But since we went later than the tourist companies (arriving at the mountain at 1pm), we only saw people walking down while we walked up from 4500m to 5300m and had the summit almost entirely to ourselves, save some alpacas and some locals selling snacks.

    And boy, what a view! 🤩
    Happy to have stayed that extra day!

    But tomorrow the cycle continues, further east towards lake titicaca, which I hope to reach in 4 days 🚴‍♀️

    🧠Learnings: Always carry an emergency stone or stick to defend youself against stray dogs!

    🌟Highlights: Great people, colorful mountains and the coolest Alpacas in town! 🦙🕶
    Baca lagi

  • Aguas Calientes

    30 Sep–1 Okt 2023, Peru ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    I left the Hacienda early in the morning around 7am to cycle 107 km to a park of thermal baths in La Raya, as I had heard you could camp there for free as long as you paid the entrance to the park (5 soles = 1.25€).

    Little did I know how tough the ride would be. The first 70km were done by midday, and I treated myself to a big and nice lunch in the last proper town for 100km. But then... I set off to tackle the 30km climb leading from 3400 to 4000m. 6
    00m of elevation didn't seem to bad to me at first, but rain, headwind and the altitude soon made me doubt my route choice for the day.

    However, since there was no alternative stop between the town and the hot springs, there was no other choice but to continue. Never have I ever cycled this slow. After 3 excruciatingly slow hours, full of small breaks to catch a breath, I made it to the springs just in time to catch a bath at sunset ✌️

    Lastly I even met a fellow cyclist to team up with for a bit! 🚴‍♀️🚴‍♂️
    Baca lagi

  • Aguas Calientes to La Chapilla

    1 Oktober 2023, Peru ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

    We left the hot springs early in the morning, after a last dip in the 40 degree pool.

    The day started off with a 10km climb to the border between the Cusco and Puno regions, high up on 4335m.
    Without rain and headwind this climb was much more doable than the one the day before.

    And from there on it was only downhill or straight on almost empty roads with beautiful mountain scenery!

    We battled some more headwind on our last 20k to our BnB for the night, but got rewarded with a very nice fireplace in the evening and great breakfast the next day 😀 oh, and not to forget: 3 cats, 2 cuddly dogs, 5 puppies, 3 geese and a bunch of guinea-pigs who all live at the BnB 🐈‍⬛️

    🚴‍♂️🚴‍♀️Distance cycled: 89 km
    🦙 Count: endless
    Baca lagi

  • La Chapilla to Juliaca to Sillustani

    2 Oktober 2023, Peru ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    For this day we had planned to cycle the 100km to Juliaca and stay at a Casa de Ciclistas.

    We both had heard quite a few stories about Juliaca but our BnB hosts assured us it we would not need to worry as long as we don't walk around the town at night. However, they did also call it the "wild wild west" of Peru and a "city without rules or police" where people take justice into their own hands. So we were curious to see what this place might look like.

    The ride there was quite beautiful, pdsing lots of lagunas with flamingos as well as many Llamas, Alpacas and Vicunjas. It was mainly downhill or straight and we had lots of tailwind, making it our fastest ride so far, reaching Juliaca in less than 4 hours.

    This was definitely one of the least nice places I've come across so far. The description of it as wild west of Peru seemed to extend also to the traffic, which was more chaotic than anything I had witnessed before in Asia, South America or anywhere else.
    In addition there where pupets carrying warning messages for thieves hanging from lamp posts all around town. Not the most inviting sign.

    It took us quite some time to make our way to the center and reach the alleged casa de ciclistas...but unfortunately no-one was there to let us in.

    After a quick lunch we decided not to look for an alternative to stay in Juliaca but to continue another 25km south.
    On a small gravelroad we made our way to Sillustani, a small archaeological sight next to a laguna that we heard would let you camp on their premises for free.
    After setting up camp we still had some time to explore the ruins and enjoy the view of the sunset with a cold(ish) beer 😀

    🚴‍♀️Distance cycled: 125km
    🦙Animals spottet: Llamas, Flamingos, Alpacas, Vicunjas, lots of dogs
    Baca lagi

  • Sillustani to Lake Titicaca

    3–5 Okt 2023, Peru ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C

    From Sillustani we continued to the Lake Titicaca where we found a very nice and quiet camping ground not too far from Puno.

    We took a rest day to explore the lake and went on a full day boat tour to the floating Islands and Amantani, spending 90% of the time sitting on the boat's roof and enjoying the good weather, the view, and the simple joy of not having to cycle for once 😅

    More to come later.
    Baca lagi

  • Chucuito to Pomata

    5–6 Okt 2023, Peru ⋅ 🌙 11 °C

    Our last full day in Peru was spent cycling from Chucuito, our camp spot near Puno, to Pomata, the last town with a hospedaje before the Bolivian border. Or at least so we thought.

    On the way there we passed the town of Juli, which prides itself to be the "Rome of the Aymara" while featuring a Statue of the Eiffeltower in the main square...I mean...who doesn't know this very tipical roman land mark?!

    We arrived in Pomata in the early afternoon, just to find out that one of the two hospedajes was closed due to water shortage and the owner of the second hospedaje would only be back later in the afternoon. But the weather was good and the town rather nice, so we spent a couple of hours sitting around and waiting for the owner.

    Once the owner returned it turned out that his place, too, was closed, due to ongoing renovations...well aren't we lucky?
    Fortunately, after a short discussion the owner took pitty on us and let us stay at the Hospedaje nonetheless, since there wasn't really any other option for us to stay that night, except maybe the Church's backyard.

    The evening was spent walking around town, enjoying the view over Lake Titicaca from one of the mirradores.
    Baca lagi

  • Pomata to Tiwanuku

    6–7 Okt 2023, Bolivia ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

    A late update, but better late then never:

    We left Pomata early in the morning of the 6.10 and set off to the Bolivian border.
    We had already noticed the day before that the further we moved away from the rather touristsic Lake Titicaca, the more people would randomly greet us on the street and generally smile at us.

    After 40km we got to the Border.
    After having experienced many hectic and chaotic border crossings when travelling in Asia years ago, with many hours of waiting times and dubious border officials, I was pleasantly surprised by how fast we made it out of Peru and into Bolivia.

    The border crossing was for pedestrians only. And since Peruvians don't seem to need their passports stamped when crossing over, the queue at the border control was basically non-existent. We both got our exit and entry stamps within 10 minutes and were ready to go!

    You'd think you wouldn't notice a big change while still being in walking distance of Peru, but no! You could clearly feel you were in another country. Everything was even drier and dustier, dogs seemed less aggressive and we got to.see the first streetsign in...ages.
    Just the bolivian drivers are similarly crazy to the peruvians.

    With headwind getting stronger during the second part of the day we made it to the small town of Tiwanaku, halfway between the border and La Paz.

    After 2 hours of struggling to get Bolivian simcards and to top them up for mobile data - involving having to handle a terrible userinterface to register the simcard (made a mistake? Start again at 0!) and some phone calls in spanish (well, 50%spanish, 50% italian) - we found ourselfs a place for the night in a huge but mostly abandoned hotel and looked forward to cicle into La Paz the next day.

    Distance cycled 🚴‍♀️: 90km
    # of shops searched for sim cards 🛒: 7
    # of attempts to register the sim card📶: 15
    # of icecreams (to reward myself for sim card struggles) 🍦: 2
    Baca lagi

  • La Paz

    7–16 Okt 2023, Bolivia ⋅ ☁️ 20 °C

    La Paz...what a city!

    While the ride through El Alto, the city/outskirts above the crater that is home to La Paz, was easily one of the sketchiest and worst rides ever because of crazy traffic, tons of wreckles and quite literally breathtakingly dirty trucks and some rather sketchy people (happy to have cicled in company), the Teleferico ride down into the city was simply amazing (see video)!

    Wiring and traffic in this place is crazy though. Traffic lights are more of a suggestion and more often than not a light turning red seems to be a sign to "just honk some more" while still crossing the road.
    This is why during rush hour you will see many a Zebra guiding pedestrians over the busy crossings, to try and keep the deathtoll low 🦓

    In addition, the geographic location of La Paz in what can best be described as a big, steep soup bowl means that streets generally feature a 10-20% incline making it difficult for the old minibusses used for public transport to get going once they had to stop.
    Same btw. goes for the odd cyclist...which is why I am very glad bikes are allowed on the Teleferico. But...sadly...you are not allowed to take the bike on the elevators taking you up to the departure level inside the Teleferico stations (because "it's the rule" 🙄), making a Gondola ride with the fully loaded bike quite the workout (I'm looking at you, 3x3 flights of stairs 🧐!).

    I decided to have a longer break in La Paz and take some private classes to improve my spanish.
    So,I spend my week with a mix of hard-core grammar and full immersion spanish classes in the mornings and exploring different parts of the city in the afternoons.
    From the outside of the infamous La Paz prision in the centre of the city - a micro cosmos without guards and with whole families behind locked doors (thanks to severe funding issues) -, to the busy markets buzzing with live, the witches market and more residential neighbourhoods full of street art.
    It is by all means a city of contrasts.
    In theory a majority of the population is christion...but...old superstitions and believes are still very much a thing. Want to build a house? Then you have to head to the witches market and make sure to get a nice big dead llama baby/fetus - size to be chosen according to the planned size of the house - to burry in the foundation to please Pachamama.

    It is now Monday the 16th October and while my bike is going to wait one more week for me in La Paz I am now en-route to the Jungle of Madidi National Park for some days of jungle exploration 🐒 wish me luck for the 14h bus journey ahead ✌️

    New updates to follow next week.

    📚 Number of tenses/grammar rules studied: a gazillion
    🦓 Live Zebras sighted: 5
    🦙 Dead baby Alpaca bodies: 100+
    💩 Nr. of food poisonings: 1
    Baca lagi

  • Las Pampas

    18–20 Okt 2023, Bolivia ⋅ ⛅ 37 °C

    Three days in the Pampas are coming to an end.

    Day one started with a long car drive to our camp. This would usually have been a 3h boat journey along the river, but it is dry season here at the moment. Not just any dry season but the driest dry season in at least 15 years - at least that's how long our guide has been living here. Most of the rivers have dried out and huge lagunas have become dry enough for large wildfires to develope the last months and burn huge areas of the land that should normally be underwater.
    In the afternoon we still managed a little boat tour on the remaining river but had to get out of the boat at several occasions to push it over a sandbank. Scarry when you have just been watching hundreds of Caimans (some multiple meters long) gliding in and out of the water and you feel the piranhas swimming around your feet 🏴‍☠️🐊🐟

    While the dry conditions make it easier to spot wildlife, as all the animals try to find some comfort and food in the last remaining trickles of water, they are mainly worrying and show once again what devastating effects climate change is having on our ecosystems.

    The evening of day one was spent playing a round of soccer against visitors from other surrounding camps and was topped up by another boat trip in the dark, looking for the reflection of Caiman eyes in and around the river (there were some real 3m monsters to be spotted) and admiring the milkyway.

    Day two started with a 2h walk through the dried out pampas trying to spot an Anaconda. But due to the conditions there was none to be seen. Instead more and different monkeys, Capybaras , birds and Caimans could be spotted.
    By midday the temperatures had risen to a soaring 43 degrees and so there wasn't much else to do than lying in a hammock and dream about the more temperate climate of La Paz.
    Later in the afternoon our Guide took us back on the river for a round of Piranha fishing (allegedly for our dinner). While Matt managed to fish a couple of red bellied Piranhas (too small for dinner though), all I could get on the hook were some cute little sardines, which were directly released back to the water.🐠

    On the last day none of us made it to the planned sunrise boat ride, as the extremely hot nighttime temperatures were taking a toll on our sleep. It never really cooled down below 28 degrees outside, and what felt like 35 degrees in the huts 🌡🥵
    Instead we made one last final tour on the river later that morning and then called it a day and waited for our transport back to Rurrenabaque.
    And who wolkd have expected it...after months of no rain in the region it started pouring cats and dogs on our way back to town! So much so that motorcycle drivers got stranded on the road and ended up having to hitchhike to ther homes.
    It felt good to see all this water though, eventhough it probably won't last for long.

    The whole trip left me with mixed feelings. Whike I would not have wanted to miss out on such a unique and beautiful experience, being able to see such an abundance of animals - Caimans, different monkeys, lots of birds, Capybaras, Piranhas and more - I am also very thankful to be able to go back to the cooler climate of the Altiplano tonight, after 3 days of the thermometer not ever dropping under 30 degrees at night. And I am keeping my fingers crossed for some more rain in the pampas soon! It is dearly needed.

    Now off to an other 14 hour Andes bus ride ✌️

    🦇 Number of bats in our room: 2
    🧛‍♀️ Number of vampire transformations: 0
    🐊 Number of Caimans spotted: ♾️
    ❓️Most chill anymal in the Jungle: Capybara
    Baca lagi

  • La Paz - Part 2

    21–24 Okt 2023, Bolivia ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    The bus ride back to La Paz was a bumpy one. Luckily the driver couldn't race up the mountain the way he probably would have preferred to, since the bus simply wouldn't go faster than maybe 50 kph uphil. Good for us, then on the straight bit before the mountains we had at least 2 very unsettlling curves in which it felt like the bus might trip over 😨

    We rode all the way back from 0 to 3600m altitude, passing over a mountain pass at 4600m, covered in snow!
    Soaring heat in the jungle in the afternoon - ice in the morning. That's how fast it goes here in Bolivia.

    Took the weekend to recover from the ride and prep for the weeks ahead.

    Tomorrow we will be leaving La Paz and heading south toward Oruro, continuing to the Salt flats.
    I will try to post another update after the salt flats (about a week from now) before heading onto the very remote Lagunas Route from Uyuni to Chile and further to Argentina, estimated to take another 14 days, mainly without internet coverage.

    Excited to get back on the bike!
    Stay tuned and see you soon!

    🌡amount of temperature drop between Jungle and mountain pass: 35 degrees
    🥙 Amount of food packed for the coming week: probably too much
    Baca lagi

  • Tolar

    24–25 Okt 2023, Bolivia ⋅ ☁️ 14 °C

    My last morning in La Paz started with packing my bike, receiving a farewel gift from my hosts Bernardo and Theresa - a little flute with a cat that looks just like their cat Roby 🐈😍 - and some advice on good bike mechanics in Uyuni from their Nephew, just in case it will be needed 🤗.
    I will miss this place!

    Then it was once again off into the crazy traffic of La Paz to meet Matt at the Teleferico station going south and up to the main road to Oruro starting in the centre of El Alto.

    While on the map this Teleferico looked like it was a single line from the centre of La Paz to our end station in El Alto, it wasn't. I realised just in time that I needed to get off to change to the second line going further up, but poor Matt didn't. And so he went all the way back down to the centre of La Paz and had to buy a new ticket to be allowed back on the gondolas...
    While I waited for him at the middle station I left my bike with a security guard to get some more water from a shop a floor down. When I came back up (a different flight of stairs then when going down) and decided it was time to head towards El Alto I must have been somehow disoriented...because instead of the gondola towards El Alto I took the line back down 🤦‍♀️
    I realised my mistake as soon as the doors shut...and a minute later I got to wave at Matt who had almost made it back up to the middle station.
    Long story short, the Teleferico guards on the bottom of the line must have thought we were both idiots (which we probably are) and we pretty much won the price for stupidest tourists in town that day.

    Once back up at the middle station the odyssey continued with a 15min discussion (of course all in spanish...thank you intensive spanish course) with another security guard who was trying to make us buy yet another ticket (we had already bought 4 each...) to take the second line up, claiming our bikes wouldn't fit on the gondolas with all the luggage...Which of course we new from experience wasn't true. In the end I won the argument - probably by pure exhaustion of my opponent (thanks MA for showing me how it'sdone 😉) - and we were allowed to continue to El Alto.

    Once we made it up, we embarked on our ride along the ugly, dirty, busy main road out of El Alto, travelling south.
    Progress was slow and we were forced to take shelter twice because of a thunderstorm. I hate cycling when there is lightning 😵

    Matt had not been feeling his best that day and so we decided during our lunch break, in what seemed to be a motorcyclists restaurant in the tiny town of Tolar, to call it a day early and get a good night’s sleep in the adjacent Hotel and continue with more energy the next day.

    🚴‍♀️Distance cycled: 57 km
    🐕 Nr. of dog attacks: 1
    🛣 Scenery of the ride: 2/10
    🏆 Prices won: Stupidest Teleferico users 2023✌️
    Baca lagi

  • Wild camp near Caracollo

    25 Oktober 2023, Bolivia ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    After yesterday's short day we set off early today.

    We were blessed with tailwinds and good road conditions which let us ride with a 29 kph average for most of the morning. By 12pm we had already clocked in at 80km.
    At that time we passed through a small town. Needing a break we looked for a tienda that sold some bread and made ourselves comfortable on a bench in the shade next to the police station.

    We spent a good 2 hours siesta-ing there, with several locals coming by to say hi and ask where we where coming from/going to.

    We carried on southwards towards Carracollo, the next big-ish town that was supposed to have some Alojamentos for the night.

    On the way to the town we met the first cyclists in ages, heading the same way! We only had a short talk though and carried on, as they were holding a siesta aswell.

    Once we arrived in Caracollo it became apparent that the Alojamentos we were hoping for were either closed or terrible (paper thin mattresses and dirty rooms).

    Luckily iOverlander (very useful crowdsourced app) showed a good wild camping spot only 5 km south of the town. So we carried on and set up camp in an abandoned clay pit just before sunset. It wasn't very far from the main road, but out of sight. And apart from some dogs, cows and shepherds there weren't any people around.

    🚴‍♀️Distance cycled: 125km
    🐴Donkeys spotted: 20+
    🛣 Rodside scenery: 3/10
    ⛺️ Campspot: 7/10
    Baca lagi

  • Poopó

    26–27 Okt 2023, Bolivia ⋅ ⛅ 12 °C

    We had another early start from our wild camp in the morning and cycled towards the next bigger city, Oruro.
    I had heard from many other people that Oruro was supposed to be just yet another ugly big mining town. But to be honest, apart from the customary trash and dirt piles along the roads into the city, as seen also in every other bolivian town, city or settlement, and terrible traffic, Oruro wasn't actually too bad.
    We stopped for some breakfast Salteñas and grocery/water shopping before carrying on, heading further south.

    After leaving the city the, previously beautifully wide and well paved, shoulder became a sad, slim and bumpy shadow of itself...

    And then, an hour into our cycle, it happened. The first flat.
    And of course it had to be the rear wheel.
    While I love my gravel tires, I spent the majority of the next hour cursing them with all I got...
    Being tubeless ready tires they sit particularly snug on the rimm, making it difficult to take them off, put them on or inflate them evenly with a normal hand pump.

    On our first try, Matt and I managed to break the valve of the new tube while pumping it up too vigorously with the, quite misconceptioned, little pump I bought in La Paz, which puts all the pressure on the sidewall of the valve while pumping...bad engineering.
    So the tire had to go off again, fixed the tube instead, tire on again, and this time we managed to get it pumped up evenly with help of some soapwater I added between tube and rimm.
    After more than an hour we were done and ready to go.

    But well, bad things happen in pairs. And so, 10km later I had the second flat.
    The culprit was the same as in the first case. A tiny little piece of wire from a torn truck tire that penetrated the tire like a little needle.
    But this time we knew the drill and 20mins later we were on our way again!
    But not without poor Matt getting the arms workout of his life pumping up the tire with his tiny pump this time. 😬

    The sceenery was very diverse compared to the previous days. A mix of desert, hills, emptiness and pieces with some sort of vegetation.

    We found our home for the night in the only hotel of a small mining town called Poopó. It seemed like this place doesn't get to see many tourists, and the hotel owner hat first to be called to his hotel in order for us to check in.

    Now this town looked more like what I imagined Oruro to look like...A typical small and rather ugly mining town. But good enough for a night's sleep.
    And hey, at least they have a police station. The Poop police 🙊

    Lastly, the hotel had a special little gimmic to ensure you'dbe fully awake after showering in the morning. Like most other places in Bolivia it had an electric shower. Unfortunately, the shower knob was metallic, meaning every time you touched it to change the shower pressure you got shocked⚡️. #Safetyfirst

    🚴‍♀️Distance cycled: 99 km
    ⚙️ Flat tires: 2
    🤬 Hours spent cursing: 1.5
    ⚡️Electric shocks received by shower: 2
    Baca lagi

  • Condo Wildcamp

    27–28 Okt 2023, Bolivia ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C

    With the wind forecast predicting tailwinds for most of the day, we were in no hurry to get up in the morning and had a late start for a change.
    Little did we know that it would become an even later start...

    With our bikes ready to go, Matt noticed his rear tire had a flat 🙅‍♂️What is wrong with the streets in this region...
    So the day started with yet another bike repair.

    Once we hit the road the promissed tailwind made for another day of fast cycling.
    We stopped for a lunch of Pollo halfway in and met another italian cyclist who had just started his journey in Oruro and was going to make it a short day.
    And surprise: Matt had a second flat ... today it was his day of misfortune.

    We continued southwards along what used to be lake Poopó until 30 years ago, when it finally dried up and turned into another small salt desert.
    At the end of the lake, 100km into the ride, we turned westward...and into a massive 6bft headwind!

    While we had initially planned to carry on another 10-20km, we were forced to look for shelter in the only village close by, Estancia Condo.
    But as it turned out this village was (almost) completely deserted, except for a 90+ year old couple who were half deaf and blind, and half scared half surprised about us knocking at their door.

    In the end we opted for the ghost town's abandoned train station as sanctuary for the night. Keeping us out of sight and out of the fierce wind and making for a quiet shelter for the night.

    🚴‍♀️Distance cycled: 105 km
    🚴‍♂️Flat tyres for Matt: 2
    👵People sighted in ghost town: 2
    🐔 Medio Pollos consumed: 2/3
    Baca lagi

  • Wild Camp near Meteorite Crater

    28–29 Okt 2023, Bolivia ⋅ 🌬 18 °C

    A new day, another early start. We left the ghost town at 6 am hoping to beat the predicted wind and make it all the way to the town of Salinas de Garcia Mendoza, the closest village to the Salar de Uyuni.
    After 3 windless hours of cycling it finally set in, a strong 5 bft headwind.
    From then on it was slow going.

    The scenery became more and more desert like and the route included quite a bit more climbing than what I would have liked. Not having slept too well the night before it was me this time who lobbied for an early stop.
    After 75km we called it a day and looked for shelter in the tiny village ofJayucota, situated right next to a huge crater.
    According to google maps and the signs in the village this is a Meteorite crater, but after consulting Wikipedia it turned out it was misidentified and actually caused by a vulcanic explosion when Lava/Magma hit a basin of water ☄️

    The town didn't have much to offer except for the crater, a few houses and probably more basketball courts than people. In the end we found shelter in a (more or less) abandoned shepherd's hut behind the vilage, between some more old ruins.

    The afternoon was spent walking around and into the crater, where the villagers cultivate fields of what I suspect is Quinoa and/or mais. During wet season there seems to be a lake inside the crater, but now it was more of a salty puddle. But at least there were still a few flamingos left!

    We set up the tents inside the hut at nightfall and where happy to finally have some wind protection after a very windy day!

    🚴‍♀️Distance cycled: 75/110 km
    💧Amount of tiendas selling water in the village: 0
    🦩Flamingos seen: 4
    ☄️ Meteorite craters: 0
    Baca lagi

  • Salinas de Garci Mendoza

    29–30 Okt 2023, Bolivia ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    Knowing we had only 37 km ahead of us today, we "slept in", meaning we left our camp at 7 am and headed towards our last village, Salinas de Garci Mendoza, before crossing the Salar.

    Roads had become more and more empty over the past days, and this morning we saw maybe one car every half hour or so, usually passing us by in the opposite direction.

    The scenery was stunning, featuring volcanoes, wild Llamas, Flamingos, deserty bits, little salt flats, and watery and lush green grassland.
    So many colors all at once...no wonder the ride took us almost 3 hours, with half of the time spend on photography 📸

    We still arrived in Salinas de G.M. before noon, and treated ourselves to proper beds for a change and not one, but two lunches!
    I also bought some local cupcakes, hoping for something tasty and sweet...but they were neither 😪

    As we stayed in pretty much the only Alojamento, it was not surprising that even more cyclists showed up over the day. One of them being the same italian guy we had met 2 days earlier at lunch!

    However, everyone was tired and I ended the day early to stock up on sleep before riding into the Salar.

    🚴‍♀️Distance cycled: 37 km
    🦙 Llamas seen and photographed: ♾️
    🍖 Llamas devoured at lunch: felt like 1 whole one
    🍬 Gummibears eaten: oh....sooo many.
    Baca lagi