And finally, after more 'than a month I update the blog ... I am blessed that vojaaa! Skip
From there we went in the direction of Bolivia with a Canadian huevón them 'and' type famous 'cause and working in TV and' like our Lilli Gruber ... from what I understand. Well
with him we had a nice piece of Quebrada de Humahuaca with his Machinetta hired. Eventually arrived at the pueblo of Humahuaca, we met a large group of Argentine and two Frenchmen who accompanied us for quite a while 'time.
This lady made me die, but die laughing ... but it was half-blind 'he liked to get in this pose for a photo (provided you buy something of course!)
And that' a Quebrada piece of rock with red, pink and many other colors
From Humahuaca we took a bus a bit 'so wrecked that which has the lead in more than 50 km in 3 hours' in the' inside the Cordillera in a forgotten village, I believe, by the same Argentina.
From here we went a bit 'over in another town that is not micro' served its' road it 'much less electricity to be' ... but it seemed that are doing well ... or at least quiet calm.
The path to get to the second village
This a cute little pig that after a while 'is' tired of seeing pictures in my car and I wanted to eat ... Luckily there was a gate!
tornaimo After a couple of days on the road towards Bolivia and this is the way with Nicolas, a nice French that seemed out of the comic Asterix and Obelix ... or not?
And here I am all packed into beautiful pick- up ... that at times we never thought we would have done to bring us all.
And finally cross the border in Bolivia and we are greeted by masks and leaflets on swine fever (welcome!) and a smell much more 'rustic than usual.
Bolivian Altiplano! beo ahn? everything is so '... rock and no
Eventually we make it and arrive safely in Uyuni city na ...' built for the tourists who come to see the Salar de Uyuni ... and these we also us.
Uyuni
This is the train cemetery readily converted area in boulder by myself (would not be a bad idea but 'if they let him run the trains instead of a graveyard ... at least it would travel a bit' more 'quick and convenient)
It starts here the tour de los gringos for the Salar de Uyuni and all the different deserts and lagoons them 'around. We climb up
One of two French
And this is the view from above Isla del Pescado
A mega moon at dawn
Our jeep in the middle of one of the many deserts
My little man
A happy family of
Vicugna
Beissimaaaa ... one day you Syriac 'his name' cause now I can not remember
tree de piedra El
Los Flamencos!
The geysers at dawn with attached bath in thermal chebbben .... ahhhh!
returned to Uyuni el Tewelde went away 'to Buenos Aires with four antennas on their heads and even a lock to finish. And I reached Potosi 'Martin (ARG) and Julie (fr) that I do not know which case I met almost immediately.
abandoning' 4000m of Potosi 'to get a bit' in Sucre ... the second capital of Bolivia.
And from here we take a nice bus cama (bed type) for 14 hours to the tune of € 10 direct to La Paz ... ah forgot to tell you that wanting to live in Bolivia and 'type free (not just that we wanted and more restaurants and bla bla bla)
La Paz ... super!
One of the many shoeshine
The hostel
La Paz with the cemetery at the top right
And here I race down 'with a downhill bike on the street mas peligroso del mundo descending from 4600m to 1100m in the village of Coroico. The picture, however, 'are now in a CD that is in Brazil ... but' account that will arrive 'in Italy sooner or later.
The Paula talking with clubs on the ground.
With their hands to heaven to receive the first rays of sun
A band of musicians with flags Inca
Dances!
The square of Tiwanaku
Finite parties back in La Paz, and here we lose a bus to Copacabana so 'that we wait one more day' and at least it we treat diarrhea with coriander and te 'green crap ... na terible but I run'.
Waiting for a boat to cross an arm of Lake Titicaca
That 'the policeman' incredible I've ever met and not by chance and 'type elected officer of Arequipa ... nothing to say, simply was happy to cross the street for pedestrians!
Aioooooo Pasqualino!
Meanwhile we know two Brazilian and two Frenchmen with whom we go ... in Pisco Beach in a nutshell.
After the beach we sitting outside a restaurant to eat cebiche (raw fish cooked in vinegar cold lemon) and drink Pisco (you can not 'do not drink the Pisco in Pisco, or not?) a distillate of grapes and ... so 'delighted to have started a live concert guitars, djembe, cups, forks, feet, and we have not paid for lunch, but' at least we did a little happy 'children.
artists ...
From there we took another bus to Lima and here we are placed in a district quite festive and we waited for the plane of the French and that of Paula the next day.
One of the beaches 'bad I've ever seen but' no road blocks of flats and I pretty well camouflaged.
The two bright little children
And here one night we ended up at friends 'houses of the French' cause the two were supposed to get a tattoo from a friend of friends ... and in the end and 'adding a bit' to get other people to draw a bit 'all over the world and last but not least the folk paron home, Peruvian, and that' strange stuff on the fact na massive tit right.
Greetings, hugs and kisses and I'm all alone in Cusco ... 23 hours of uncomfortable bus (since the size of the seats decided according to the average height of Peruvians who are evil dwarf .. . cursed)
Arrival and the Ribecco Pasqualino that in the end I waited and now he's' gone to Lima to take the plane. In short, the only that not only am I back I'm realizing that I have only one damn time and I want to do a lot of other things ... so do not wait for me so sure (ok just kidding mom ... I take the 23 plane).