Bolivia Travel Stories, Page 5


I have been watching men or boys walking around with what looked to be horse or donkey whip. I saw this in Peru in the market numerous times, but I could not see any mules, donkeys, burros, horses, oxen’s or any other types of beast of burdens as I have seen in so many countries. There are not that many of them in the cities.

So the question was, why are these guys walking around with pieces of rope on around their necks? I finally found out the answer by accident, I snagged a ride in a taxi with a man going to deliver zippers to the Granero, I have no clear definition for the word, but from context it must have something to do with where they sell parts for sowing clothes, but the word in the dictionary is Granary or a place for grain. Who knows, but nonetheless I was with this man and he was delivering huge bags full of zippers to the area where they sell backpack parts, false labels for jeans, and all sorts of parts to make clothing and backpacks, bags, etc.

We arrived, and the bags are heavy, he summons two mules that look like boys to me, they pull off the ropes from around their necks, I am astounded, it is the way they are going to carry the bags. Therefore, the picture above explains better, these men, boys, or persons were standing around waiting to be a mule, taxi, person that carries the burden for vendors of products.

I personally thought this was always done by the women in these countries, as the men normally are too lazy, but it appears there is an alternative system I was not aware of, so if you have a couple Bolivianos you can hire a boy mule.

I spend my whole travel life looking for this!

Travel is torture; tourism is a low form of torture, if you are alone. Nothing worse than seeing the world alone and not comparing notes. If people really like to travel they would not go home, but they do. However, the solution to this form of torture called travel is to share your trip, and then it goes from being torture to another day of paradise.

The coffee clutch, the corners of the bar, the place where everyone knows your name. This is what the world needs, and wants, but hard to find when you travel because the world of tourism is trying so hard to convince that living in a Five Star Hotel is fun. I can be fun and of course it fun to hang out with your favorite babe, girl, friend, or whatnot sharing something, but after awhile it is nice to have some other friends. I personally do not think buying is about friendship, or going to go shopping is a form of intimacy, however sitting around with a few people…

Canadian from is Argentina

Now this is the joy of life, sharing a talk, doing what traveler do best, comparing notes about the world.

It is hard to believe that the Hotel industry has not figured out better ways to bring people together to talk. They always think they need to make money first, so they provide restaurants, bars, shopping. They have swimming pools and this sort of works, however nothing like just a great kitchen to use to cook, a few tables around with a waiter that does not want to work to make life great. This is just an ad hoc place to sit, close to the kitchen in my Hotel. The guidebook write for Bolivia from the Lonely Planet is clueless on how to travel, I think he is spoiled rich kid from California, he cannot help it, and it is his culture.

However if you want some fun travel find the hotel with no bar in the bottom a group like this, it is a great time. A real cultural exchange, the reason why I travel.

Some of you great readers are aware I have been searching for this cooker in Asia. I wanted to buy hundreds of these perfect coffee or tea cookers. I finally returned to La Paz, Bolivia where I purchased my first one, and have wanted a new one for four years.

I have found the toy, I am so happy. I am one way or the other going to purchase 200 hundred of these perfect cookers. They are the perfect traveler toy, specialty gear, anything you wish to call them. The boil water.

Why is this good?
Boiled water is purified.
Boiled water is safe to drink.

Water is my biggest food type expense.

Actually, I am addicted to coffee, but most travelers are addicted to the nipple. They have this purified bottle of water in their hands all the time, like a big baby bottle. I will try to take a photo.

Therefore, what do you do, you put this cooker inside their baby bottle; plug it in, and whala! You have boiled water ready to drink… Later.

Now the bigger problem, how to get a Bolivian person serious enough to find and sell me 200. Manana! These people are not good at earning money, I say, I want to buy 200 of this, they say,
“No tengo.”

Opportunity has to hit them in the head to get their attention, but I am pounding them in the head, I think that Coca dulls their brains, something sure has. I used to think money motivated people; it does not, only making money with no work motivates people. This is greed, nothing to do with making money.

The world does deserve what it gets, and people do earn as much as they deserve.


This man came into the Hotel and was trying to sell these little boats, I think they are suppose to be like the old boats on Lake Titacaca. It is sad to me that this older man must work until he dies, I am not sure of the exact status of Bolivia with pensions and such, but normally most countries have zero way for people to live when they are older. This causes them to have 10 babies so maybe, just maybe one of them will help take care of them.

I purchased one for 15 Bolivianos or about 2 dollars U.S.
I will give it to someone in the Hotel.

Lack of pensions is probably the biggest social problem on the planet and causes unwanted babies, starvation, killing of babies, and all sorts of down the line problems.

As an example in Europe, the population growth is starting to shrink because there is so much free money.

This person was carrying wood in Cusco, Peru. This is a sign of development of lack of development.

Backpack Prototype NUMBER 5

I am close, real close to having the perfect backpack…! I made another in Cusco and now I am in La Paz trying to by some better parts for the bag, hopefully I will make about 50 to sell.


I received this email from a friend.

Hey Andi !
I´m back from Thailand , but it was a nightmare.
My friend had a very, very bad motorcycle accident near Pai ( 120km from Chiang Mai) in the first week. She is still at the ICU in Bangkok.Her son is still with her. Everything at the whole body is broken. But she can be happy, that she survived this. She got hit by a truck.
so I´m trying to get back in normality .

I have talked many times about the danger of walking along the road or driving in other countries. There is nothing more dangerous than the vehicles in other countries. A bus or trains are the safest forms of transportation other than an Airplane for miles traveled. Rental cars and motorcycles are killers.


I am in La Paz, Bolivia.

I forgot Bolivia, now I remember, the city it is shaped like a bowl in many ways. The city is inside a big valley, some describe is as the world biggest market. People who have small stands set up markets in the developing countries, and then they sell anything and everything, like a flea market in the USA. The whole city of La Paz sometimes feels like a market.

People do not have cars so they carry these tremendously huge bags. I think I saw the largest bag I ever seen in my life yesterday. It was at least seven feet high and had a diameter of about three feet. I will have to think about this there are some huge bags in the world, however when you see a bag this big you are thinking about the person carrying the bag and forget about the size of the bag.

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Today I go to La Paz, Bolivia, as I remember the city is a lot of exercise, at 3500 meter high I believe and every street is either going up or down a hill.


I was walking up way past the San Pedro Market in Cusco, Peru when I see these two people close to the bridge looking intently at some leaves. I see or think they are Coca leaves. I asked if it was ok to take a photo, I believe she was reading the Coca leaves for the man. They throw them and arrange or then look.

Reading the Coca leaves.

This is a few skeletons of animals in a folkloric shop in the same area, it where the sell Coca leaves close to the big San Pedro market away from the square further.

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