Bolivian border

I entered Bolivia Through the town of Avaroa which is at an altitude of 3,700 metres, though during the bus journey we went over a pass that was over 4,500 m. It was very cold during this journey the air is very thin making breathing more difficult than normal, and the bus was full of dust. To make matters worse the woman sitting next to me was not keen on sharing here blankets with a poor freezing gringo who had stupidly turned up for a 6am bus in shorts.

Altiplano

I experienced proper culture shock the moment I crossed the border into Bolivia, and realised that my travels up to this point had been in the more westernised countrys and that this journey would be very exciting. You can see the moment you go over the border that it is a very poor country and that there is little road infrastructure, and the packs of maurading perro's found in Argentina and Chile were replaced by pigs!

Train going across the Altiplano

Volcan Ollague