La Paz | Kamiel Choi

June 13. One sunset at Longbeach please. Takeout? No, to see here.

The neighbors let me in and after a few attempts I can reach my host on the phone. She comes quickly and we laugh about the situation.
"Don't worry", I say, "I'm glad I have yet another funny story to write about." (and to learn from it myself, but that I don't mention. Actually, we'd ...

April 23. Lake Titicaca.

The legs are okay again. I can move on today. I want to describe the begging women in the bus station. Her dark skin, how she crouches and moves her hand up and down to indicate what she's after: a few Bolivianos. The colorfully woven pouch on her back, the noises she makes, her small ...

April 22. La Paz.

La Paz. It is cold indeed and the bus driver halts for me so I can take my jacket out of the luggage compartment. The old orange one that has served in Russia earlier on the road. The arrival in La Paz is spectacular and comfortable. A modern bus terminal right in the center, plenty ...