Copacabana and Isla del Sol

In Copacabana (our final stop in Bolivia!) we arrive right in the middle of major festivities. It’s supposed to be a holiday to honor the cross of Jesus, but what we really see is men and women showing of their costumes, dancing and drinking the night away. When we wake up the next morning the parade is still going on, although the dancing seems a little less coordinated. I’m sure the beer had something to do with that…

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Small detour into the jungle

We liked Sucre, and apparently Sucre liked us back. The night we are planned to take the bus to Cochabamba our last meal in Sucre decides it’s a little too early for us too leave. In stead of spending the night on the bus, Jolien spends the night on the toilet of the hostel. We stay in Sucre two more days, even Christophe pays a little more visits to the toilet than usual. While Jolien admires the walls of the bathroom, Christophe has an interesting chat with a fellow backpacker. Inspired by his experience we decide to book a flight to Santa Cruz to go explore the jungle of Parque Amboró. In Santa Cruz we call one of the communities in the park and make arrangements to stay with them for a few nights.

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Sucre – sweet sugar treat

Na Uyuni en Potosí was het tijd voor Sucre, vroegere hoofdstad en “Ciudad Blanca”, genoemd naar de witte kleur van de huizen in het centrum van de stad – verplicht bij wet overigens. Wij gingen op zoek naar een leuk appartementje, en we vonden er één met een geweldig uitzicht over de stad. De zon op de heuvels ’s morgens, de lichtjes rondom ons ’s avonds – machtig!

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RN Eduardo Avaroa + Salar de Uyuni

I don’t think there’s a more impressive way to enter a country than by doing it on a three-day tour from San Pedro de Atacama, Chile to Uyuni, Bolivia.

We did the tour with Cordillera Traveler and have absolutely no complaints about them. In a jeep we drove across the altiplano, through the Reserva Nacional de Fauna Andina Eduardo Avaroa, reaching almost 5000m above sea level. In the jeep we had our driver Felix, a French couple, a Canadian guy, an Australian girl living in London and us.

There were so many beautiful sites that we never drove for more than 30 minutes to an hour before getting out for another photo shoot. We got basic lodging, but you really don’t need more. Our driver Felix was very informative and made sure the scenery got even more dramatic by the songs he played in the car. We seldom felt like talking, out of fear we’d miss something while talking to each other. We’ll let the pictures do the rest of the talking:

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