Bolivia
There are some places where time has stood still
Praying to inca gods and rejoice in the kill
I arrived in the town on a day of a feast
Summoned to task we helped kill the beast
With blood on my hands, I helped stoke the fire
We ate the Llama meat - a tribal desire
3 animals we killed to feast on that day
The first struggled. The others resigned to their fate
We thanked the gods. the devil too
It was authentic and primal and didn’t feel cruel
In their culture, Life and death are both honoured.
Everything is used. Nothing for granted
I hiked deep in the mines of Potosi
Offered cigarettes to a devil effigy
For the altitude we chewed coca leaves
We wore Llama wool coats, without we would freeze
A bus to La paz, short breaths up the streets
In the Witches market A guinea pig I would eat
I tried everything – didn't want to be rude
Who am I to judge? When we waste so much food
In La Paz I met a new friend for life
Its effect counteracted my overactive mind
As my Spanish improved, I travelled soltero
Lost in the mountains. Care factor zero
I met a student in Sucre on the day I arrived
She was a tour guide she said - but I felt that she lied
I leant her my walkman - she took me to mass
I met her family - they wanted marriage no less
She was beautiful and catholic and everything right
But I planned my escape and fled in the night
With my Paraguay potatoes bag on my back
I boarded a bus, and returned to La Paz
I found my companions. We planned a jungle hike
We bought provisions for 6 days and for 6 nights
With no guide or support - only a map
We slept in mud huts. Walked with feet chapped
The trek was extreme. The jungle grew thick
Many lives in the past this journey had took
I learned to survive and not to give up
Took the death road home on the back of a truck
In terms of surprises Bolivia came through
But we had to move on to the land of Peru
Bolivian locals |
Trekking in Bolivia |
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Helping out with the bbq |
Brad practicing good dental care in trying circumstances |
Letting the Israelis go first- Jungle river crossing |
This experience not is tour guides |
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Yes that is real dynamite and yes I was young and dumb |
Sucre |
My Sucre tour guide |
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