Go Places

It was early September of 2014 when three of my best friends and I decided to go backpacking through Bolivia.
We didn't have much money so it had to be done as cheap as possible.
We took a bus from Córdoba, Argentina to Jujuy, a 12 hour trip. Once we got there we crossed the frontier to Villazón, Bolivia. We could already feel the excitement in the air. You took one step forward you were in Bolivia, one step backwards and you were in Argentina again. The place was packed with travelers from all over the world, just in the same situation as us.
As soon as we went through customs we caught a bus to Potosí and it was then that I realized our trip had begun.
I really don’t think there is greater pleasure than getting into another culture, specially when it’s so different. I am truly convinced that the concept of time here doesn't really matter. They live slow, they enjoy. So I write, I see, and I learn...this is how I find myself, I go out to go in.
I am sitting on this bus, thinking about life, leaving things behind.
It feels good.
I personally travel to go further, to know another places
I follow my heart, sometimes I feel like escaping modern life.
I try new things, I take chances.
I live;
I experience life at a different pace, in a different place.
I connect with new people, new thoughts
I travel because is there, more than ever, where the fear of the unknown is faded.
I now understand that the cultural differences that I noticed at the beginning are both inevitable and indispensable because in the end, is what unite us all.

Along the 10 days we travelled around Bolivia, we experienced a lot of things. We went from cold showers in Sucre to hot mines in Potosi; from city noises in La Paz to endless sunsets in Copacabana. Bolivia has everything: delicious food, friendly people who are willing to help you whenever you are in need, beautiful weather, etc. But what really caught my attention was the strong culture they live in, they still celebrate their ancestors rituals and customs, the way they used to dress and live.
To my mind, the best thing we did while we were in La Paz, Bolivia's capital, was biking on the "Death Road". They claim to have the world's most dangerous road, which I kind of agree given that it is located at 4700mts above sea level. This is definitely a must for all those adrenaline rush seekers. The scenery is unbelievably beautiful, you are actually cycling through clouds and waterfalls.
Adventure awaits in Bolivia.