Writing Robust

Early in the last year, I made a a silent yet stolid agreement with myself. I would write as much as possible.

I have always known that I wanted to write. The papers presented to the mr and ms. in partial fullfillment of the course to the stupid little sketches in 8th grade to brit lit. and all the shebers howard. To the jj johnson even though he was a dick. To the shhissel and Mr. Syr.

It was the Timne’s class that was the best. We read Frankenstein and the Romantic poets. She wrote that book when she was 18 with bysshe her bo and the byron lord.

I had so much respect for that monumental accomplishment.

Anyways, I could never commit to writing more than 10k on any given story.

Last year in february I took Christi Kruugs Wildfire Writing class at Clark college. It worked.

Since February last year, I have written 100k+ in freewrites and 65k on my first novel.

That is what i call robust 🙂


Photographic Memory Mondays #3

I initially intended this to be every monday. As you may have read in my original post about this e-event I initiated.

The idea was inspired by a friend, the american adventuress, blog can be viewed here http://thisamericanadventuress.wordpress.com/

She instituted Moto Man Mondays as part of her content while she is on her Peace Corps Contract in Cameroon. Posting consistently is a challenge for me. Once I get started the content is easy to generate, but it helps to have a unifying idea so that I am not just posting random stuff. I also looked at some of my statistics on my dashboard, I only use free wordpress stuff cuz I is broke, and most of the posts that get views are stuff from Peru, Bolivia and Argentina. Very little people care that I did a bunch of yoga or whatever life challenge I am putting myself through. Though there were quite a few views from the Vegan stuff.

Thus, Photographic memory mondays gives me a little bit of structure, which despite my mild ODD/stubbornness, does allow me to operate at a higher level and aids my writing. I despise structure that is forced upon me, but also thrive under it if I can stomach it without rebelling. A wildfire creates tons of energy, but also causes tons of damage and devours its own life force. While a torch can light your way, a candle can evoke peace and reflection and a furnace can produce heat and energy needed for creation. And that is why I have added this little bit of structure a bit of direction for this curly soul.

Energetically I am classified as fire, though I despise classification, which is why I present this in this way.

Even with this structure imposed, I still completely forgot to post last week. The mad rush during finals is exhausting some of my already limited organizational faculties.

And now without further ado, Photographic Memory Mondays #3 8-25-14.

This weeks theme is….Mountains.

Wherever I go, It seems that I seek these particular features out.

Mountain Goats midway up the trail to Quandary Peak. Definitely try to climb 14ers on a weekday if you can. The popularity of some of these trails leads to a very overcrowded and often not very peaceful experience. Qunadary Peak was a little like the Inca Trail, you had to time your climb if you wanted to get any sense of nature or isolation. Plus it makes the necessary pee stops pretty impossible.
View from the top of Quandary Peak.
Quandary Peak
The view from Quandary’s real summit of the false summit. It looks much easier from this perspective.
Silhouetting the ridge line. I like to pretend that I am a photographer and put some effort into taking interesting photos. However, my lack of dedication for learning the art means I get a lot of goofy photos and never really what I intend to capture. Oh well.
They are not as close as they look, but the people were getting a little to close to the goats at times. I would imagine that a pissed off mountain goat wouldn’t be a whole lot of fun to deal with. Also I bet the goats like the weekdays better too.
There weren’t many flowers up Quandary, but there were a few. It is hard for much of anything to grow up there. Also very hard on the head, causing tons of aches. Like I said before, Quandary is an easy 14er, but it is till 14,000 feet up there. Very little oxygen up there for us bipeds.
The beginning of the hike. Picturesque the entire way. At the beginning I remember saying, wow with scenery like this it is a wonder why people don’t climb 14ers all the time. The energy drain and slight headache for the rest of the day reminded me why people do walk other trails.
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Islands are Underwater mountains. This is one of the small Islands in Lake Titicaca.
My best impersonation of the Redeemer statue. Though I don’t think JC ever puts his head up when posing for those statues. It looks something more of an ascension piece. Note, the poncho was not big enough to fit over my backpack, this is a necessary attribute when outfitting for a backcountry experience. Luckily, I had a backpack cover and really good showers pass jacket to wear. It was especially fun doing little side jaunts without the back pack. Thanks for the Pic enrico!
The mountain paradise of Machu Picchu. Seeing this for the first time after 3 days on the trail was magical. The sun crept over the sun gate behind us an revealed the city like it was a movie. The Euphoria of the 3 am rise and exhaustion and mounting fatigue made the view glow even more poignantly. Even with the overcrowded trails this trail is still in a phenomenal adventure and the guides feed you well too. Just make sure you tip your porters and guides well. They earn a fraction of the enormous price you probably paid and they do the trail many times a month. Also make sure you have some fresh coca leaves and trekking poles, the stairs are killer especially the downhill. Protect yo knees!!
The sunrise over the mountains behind us on the last day on the Inca trail.
The epic greenery from the camp on day 2.
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The Bolivian Mountains surrounding Lake Titicaca as seen from Isla del Sol. Much thanks to Javier the argentine who sang the praises of Isla del Sol inspired me to make this particular island part of the experience. I ended up going to the Lake twice. Once from the Peruvian side at the beginning of the trip and then again at the end of the trip. Stayed on the island for 7 days and met some amazing people doing incredible things.
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This is most of the people I hung out with down there for a week. I couldn’t find a picture with everyone. I am sure that someone has that. Oh well. It was a simple life down there. To be honest I was pretty bored by the end, my headspace is not always as peaceful as it could be and I need stimulation. Still, It was a good time.
My bow pulling is better than this now!
Yoga on the mountain. *I know yoga isn’t all about Asana, but posing helps soothe my needy ego. That brings up the question, am I soothing it or feeding it? Jury is still out on that one.
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The village halfway to the other side of Isla del Sol. Each day we walked around or across the island. Most of the people in the group loved the cheap avocados and bananas. I have the unfortunate luck of being allergic to both of the most abundant and nutritious foods in South America. I still survived and thrived though.
The Ultimate goal. http://bikramyogasaltlakecity.blogspot.com/2012/11/tip-of-week-toe-stand.html
This is just an old post that I found on google. I used it when I was doing the yoga challenge oh so long ago. Still can’t do toe stand though, gotta open those hips!
The top of the Death Road bike ride in Bolivia. We went from 4k+ meters to 1200 meters in about three hours and our guide said we were faster than most groups. He was probably just trying to make us feel better. That ride was really fun. Paved road on the top part and then the trail on the bottom. It is really easy cycling so if you are a real mountain biker you may be bored, still fun to bomb it though. And the companies doe more challenging rides for people with requisite skills. Bolivia is a wonderland for mountain adventure.
Photo break on the top half. Yes I am the one doing bow pulling pose. It was always the only thing I could think of for picture time. *Note- Picture time is common during adventure time abroad. P.S. Adventure Time the tv show is awesome. It may have supplanted Futurama in my life at this point. And the good news it doesn’t get shitty after season 8.
View of the Death Road. ’nuff said
Top half pave bomb. I wish I knew how fast we were going, that would be a cool stat to find out.
The Scenery turned from desolate mountain to jungle so fast. I cannot emphasize enough how freaking beautiful Bolivia is. I also hope it doesn’t turn into Costa Rica and that it benefits from the increased tourism and does not get destroyed by it. The gap between rich and poor is especially stark in many countries in South America. And it only gets worse when you add in some of the exploitation and pollution mismanaged tourism can bring
The joys of photo ops. That trail was definitely one of the best things I did in South America.


View from the Sky Bar at the Adventure Brew Hostal
View from the Sky Bar at the Adventure Brew Hostel. I spent one week bar tending here in exchange for my stay in the hostel. I needed the exchange to, cuz I was running out of money and still had to figure out how to get to isla del sol then back to Cusco and Lima after that to catch my flight home. I made it back to Denver with about 15 bucks in my account. Next time I plan to budget better and figure out how to earn money while abroad. The price of travel is way to much when you have nothing coming in. However, if I can figure out a way to offset the cost, I can look forward to views like this for as long as I want. Free life!

Photographic Memory Mondays #2 8-11-14 (Used to be called Remembory Mondays, but I think this is better)

I know it is tuesday again. What can I say? My spirit animals are an owl and a spider. Both dark-liking things. And I know, I was disappointed a bit when I found out. I thought I saw a Mountain Gorilla in a yoga nidra recently and I have always considered myself monkey like. More an animals later, if I get to it. (disclaimer- the owl and spider are very powerful spirits etc. I read about them in depth and can definitely see why).

And now back to the photographic memories.





Nice and Refreshing jump into the very cold waters of Lake Titicaca after the long walk from one side of Tequile Island to the other. A few hours later I got a bit of an irritation on my lower right leg. Not the cleanest of waters on the inside of the rock dock.
The moon over the Island of Amantani. After the hike to see the inevitably elusive sunset. The Sun went behind the clouds about ten minutes before it set and stayed there, still beautiful though. If you have ever been upwards of ten-thousand feet, you may have experienced the rapid shift in temperature that greets the passage of day to night. Beginning to freeze we ran down the mountain stopped at a local shop where we were surprised with Hot Cocoa and then emerged under the bright moonlight. It was so bright that we could see better without the flashlights. And the moon shining on the water was sublime. Senses get sharper as elevation increases and this was no exception.
Road Tripping with my brother turned out to be a grand adventure. When I decided to move, I knew I did not want to make the 1,700 mile drive alone. So my brother flew standby and shared the ride with me. We got to see sunrise and a great morning at Crater Lake. Then we spent time navigating half flooded roads during the flooding in Boulder last September. It was an experience.
Monkeying around on the rocks.
Vegan meals. The Four month Vegan Adventure last year, allowed me to explore a multitude of new flavors and revisit old favorites. The Portabello was a constant companion and brussel sprouts, squash, and kale were constant companions.
Lentil Vegetable soup in a bowl of Acorn Sqaush. Spaghetti squash works better for this. The Acorn Squash is rather tough. Still delicious though.
White and Dark Chocolate Almond Butter Cups.
The Original Dark Chocolate Almond Butter Cup. These are Vegan, and phenonmenal. If you haven’t tried it I suggest you do. Comment below for the recipe, they are as easy as layered brownies or other treats, just a few extra steps. Comment Below if you would like the recipe.
Black Bean and Lime Soup with a Portabello piled high with Veggies on lightly toasted Dave’s Killer Bread. And Nice scene of the patio and yard of my old place. The Vibrant Green still stands in stark contrast to the dryness of my new locale. Even with the rain we have been having this summer, it takes a lot to turn a dessert into a rainforest.
Beet Juice. One of my most surprising discoveries of the Vegan Adventure was how much I loved Beets. Roasted, Steamed, Blacnhed and drenched in Balsamic. Beets chopped and raw with Apple Cider vinegar and Kale. And of course Beet Juice. so sweet and tasty with a little apple kale and celery. A phenomenal drink and a ridiculous cleanse. This reminds me that I need to secure a juicer.
Mustached up and ready for Bolivia and the death road
Mustached up and ready for Bolivia and the death road. A Travel mate and I ready for Movember in Bolivia. It only lasted a week though. Honestly they look friggin ridiculous. We did get straight razor shaves in Cusco, which was really cool. It is an art down there.
Draining the last of the beer foam destroyer pitcher at the end of shift. The tap at the bar of the Adventure Brew hostal dispensed the best beer I had in South America. There was one other, “Xingu” a black bean beer I had in the NW of Argentina and brewed in Brazil. It is based off of tribal beers brewed in the Amazon and is phenomenal. Back to the bar tending. The Adventure Brew Hostal in La Paz Bolivia brews its own beer. This was a rarity for me in SA, I was used to drinking Cuzquena most of the time and it was nice to have a nice microbrew quality beer to enjoy. The tap was kind of wonky though. It overfoamed a lot. So We often had to pour out the beer into pitchers and spoon the foam off. This would be absolutely unacceptable at any bar I have ever worked or drunk at, but it was okay there. La Paz man, all the expats and Hostal residers were just happy to have a decent beer. They give you a free one for every night you stay. They say pint but its a 12 oz. glass with handle. And you can trade your stay for work in the bar. This was a godsend for me. My bank account was running super low. More on that in another session. The bar work was fun, the day shift was easy, allowing me to watch proper futbol, and hang out with new travel buds while working and it had a great view which is still my screensaver. It was one of those unplanned adventures that happen so often while traveling.
Hibiscus/Ginger Tea. Both beer and the Tea was better in Bolivia. The food though was better in Cusco. This was a great way to recharge after a hard night partying after a bar shift. This was during my earlier stages of tea enjoyment. I remember thinking for a few months after word that Hibiscus Ginger was a type of Ginger. It isn’t, but it may as well be, a phenomenal combo of plant healing power.
goofy birds
These Birds are heavier than you think and the noises they make are ridiculous. The Jungle Refuge in Bolivia was our last stop on our day of riding the Death Road. The Birds were hilarious. I had a video of their ridiculous sounds. I will have to post that on a later date. The mustache is difficult to see and short lived. My Sweet Movember only lasted about a week.
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Water Bottle falling from the sky. That is what it often feels like when traveling. since the water isn’t potable you end up using a lifetimes worth of plastic bottles. A huge waste and incredibly detrimental to the environment. Filter if you can, plastic sucks!! The scene is the bottom of the Death road, from Tundra to Jungle in less than 3 hours on two wheels. Highly Recommended, but do shop around outside the hostal to save a few hundred bolivianos and inspect the bikes!
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That thumbs up from inca trail pal Enrico quickly turned into throbbing knees and two thumbs waaaayyy down as we descneded the stairs. Fourth day on the trail? Take the bus to Aguas Calientes. You will get to relax and hang out with your group much more. If you rode the train from Ollantaytambo, the stairs might be okay, going up to get you in the mood or going down to get out of the crowds. Also go to Machu Picchu on a weekday and not on a Peruvian Holiday. And if it rains stick around for it to pass, the people clear out and the magic infuses your spirit with the solidarity of the ancient Incas. Depending on how metaphorical you like to get. Either way fewer people is always better when in nature.
Walking down to Aguas Calientes, it is better to take the bus.
Walking down to Aguas Calientes, it is better to take the bus. I don’t know what we were thinking. Maybe we just wanted it to last longer, either way, take the bus if you did the trek, the walk down to Aguas is surprisingly long. Note on packing. Bring decent layers but pack light, it is a long trail. Waterproof footwear and make sure your poncho covers your pack, before it rains, I know I said it before, but it is worthy info. If you have trekking poles bring them, the descents can be agony. The pink topped stick saved me, thanks again nadia!
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Third day, tenth Llama or Alapaca. I am not sure from the photo. I think its a llama because it is bigger. You can get pretty close, but they spit, and watch out for there droppings which are plentiful.

A Note on the Format. I am working on it. I am more of a writer than a design man and more of a talker than a writer, thus ramblestiltskin.

There are so many memories that I have not shared from my travels. Each of them feels like a lifetime and seems it would take a lifetime to catalog. This is my way of focusing the ADD brain into something constructive. A picture is worth a thousand words, but each of those thousand is different based on whose perspective is shared. Hence, The Photo and snippet style. It also breaks up the 1600+ words into bitable chunks. My copy is often overwhelming in volume. Mainly, this is because I do not edit. If I edited these, I would never post them. I will save that for any future guest posts or books, crosses fingers.

And if you have made it this far, I applaud your tenacity. As a voice/audience finding exercise comment below telling me your favorite memory. The memory with the most votes will get a full 1600+ post delving deeper. Maybe I will be on a limb, out to sea, up a creek etc. but I will post on any of them with the most votes no matter how silly or mundane. I will consider it a writing test of agility.



This is a phenomenal article about the complex situation faced by the food system. The article focuses on chocolate, but the ideas can be applied to a multitude of industrialized rainforest crops. The ideas of the challenges placed on the environment by industrialized crops and population growth can be applied universally.

Food for thought.

The Cutting Edge – The long path to an authentic straight razor shave

It is the common practice for many avid travel bloggers to focus on and highlight the amazing, unique and adventurous experiences they seek out while abroad. This is understandable, they make for great stories. The unique and fantastic adventures like diving with whale sharks, watching the sunrise from one of the peaks in the Cordillera Blanca, or hiking to Mach Picchu on the Camino Inca.

These are certainly moving and awe-inspiring tales. They deserve to be told. These are the moments that inspire others to get a pack, stuff it way too full, buy a ticket and take the plunge. However, these hallowed and magical moments are rare. Wait, check that, not really rare, for any traveller will experience many of them. However, when you look at the daily life of a traveller, they are few and far between. There are so many other notable moments. While Machu Picchu may be the reason you go to Peru, the laid back lifestyle and the ridiculously fresh fruit may be the reason you stay.

It is the little things that both cause the most discomfort (carrying around your own toilet paper) and bring the most joy (sipping freshly bended juice while walking the streets of Cusco.)

On to my ordinary adventure

I have been looking for the chance to get a straight razor shave since before I could sustain a beard. Perhaps the inception of this desire was caused by my viewing of “Gangs of New York” when I was in high school. The scene when “Priest” Vallon, played by Liam Neeson shaves before the opening battle scene. He then hands the blade to his son who begins to wipe the blade clean, but stops his hand saying, “the blood stays on the blade.” For some reason the gravity of this scene inspired a desire to experience a straight razor shave. And luckily for me, none of my blood ever touched the blade.

The desire to find this experience came about a year after I saw that article in Blue Magazine which inspired the dream of visiting Machu Picchu, you can read more about that here…


…it is a 4 part post with lots of photos for your viewing pleasure.

Since both of these dreams were inspired around the same time, and so long ago, it is fitting that I would fulfill them both on the same trip.

My first international haircut was in Salta Argentina by a guy who was so fast I could have sworn he had scissors in both hands. he didn’t even use clippers, just scissors for a cut that was pretty short. An artist indeed, he even had trophies on his walls, Barber trophies. I asked for a shave, but didn’t know enough spanish at the time, so i couldn’t get the straight razor shave here. So my face would have to wait for that immaculate feeling, I had only dreamt about.

A little more than a year later, on the later stages of my trip to Peru and what would turn out to be Bolivia, another opportunity arose. A friend of mine had the idea to get mustaches for the upcoming trip to Bolivia and the last few days of Movember. We found a place a few streets from Avenida del Sol and had it done.

My beard was getting long and itchy anyways, and though I have never been a mustache man, I figured I might as well get one where I knew very few people. It would be less embarrassing that way.

Hand in the face, they call this the "barbers brace." not really.
Hand in the face, they call this the “barbers brace.” not really.
Getting rid of the beard.
Getting rid of the beard.
so happy
so happy

The feeling was amazing. I have never had a shave that was so close and smooth. The blade feels like a massage and the shaving cream is incredibly soothing. I had expected it be mildly painful, but it was more of a soft caress. At the end the Peruvian barber rubbed my face with a moisturizing bar of…something and there was also a hot towel involved.

Mustached up and ready for Bolivia and the death road
Mustached up and ready for Bolivia and the death road

A week later I got the chance again in La Paz, Bolivia. There is a much smaller tourist to local ratio in La Paz and I was able to find a nice off the path Peluqueria for a 10 boliviano mustache ridding shave. After a week, I couldn’t stand looking at myself without cringing and I also wanted an excuse to get another straight razor shave before my trip was over. There are some differences between the one I found in La Paz and the one in Bolivia. Mainly it was how the skin was handled after the shave. In La Paz, the peluquero rubbed my face with alcohol afterwards to sanitize it. There was no hot towel, but he did rub my face with lotion which was an interesting experience.

trying to snap a discreet midshave photo
trying to snap a discreet midshave photo
Smooth face and a handshake.
Smooth face and a handshake.

It was a fine shave, and while the loss of mustache may have saddened a few patrons at the Adventure Brew Hostal, where I was bar tending, its absence made it a lot easier to look in the mirror.

It is this kind of daily difference that makes life exciting while abroad. Each locale will offer its own unique eccentricities and variations on the common experience. Like the San Pedro Market in Cusco, with everything including the butchers under one giant tent, to the markets in La Paz in the middle of the street, there is always a new way to experience daily life.

Note on Straight Razor Shaves

Unfortunately, for the majority of the last ten years, most places in the United States that I searched had lost the art of the straight razor shave at the barber. It is risky and can be dangerous. Recently, I discovered that there is a surge, a renaissance of sorts, for this time honored tradition. I discovered quite a few places in Portland that are bringing it back.


The Modern Man Barbershop – themodernmanpdx.com

Y-Chrome y-chromebarbering.com

Hair M hairmgrooming.com    -includes a face massage

And check out this post from “The Art of Manliness,” blog that waxes philosophical and photographic on the experience.


A few Questions for the readers.

What random everyday things were you excited and amazed by while you were or are abroad?

What things are you freaked out by?

Have there been any daily activities that surprised you with there eccentricity lately?

Any Specific info on straight razor shaves in the U.S.A., Europe, South America or anywhere?

Any exciting adventures on the horizon?

Viva Aventura,


Bolivia – Es Un Paradiso para Aventureros

What can I say about Boliva?

A lot.

It is perhaps the best kept secret, from US citizens, in all of South America. There are many reasons why people, especially United States citizens, choose not to go to Bolivia. There are many other interesting places to see, Chile, Peru, Ecuador, Brazil, Colombia. Bolivia has the touristically unlucky proximity to Peru, one of the most famous destinations in South America and Chile and Argentina are two of the most expansive. This makes it easy for people to skip over Bolivia. A visa for US citizens costs 135 dollars. This is a lot of money when traveling abroad. It is more than the weekly allowance of most travelers and it can make it hard to justify the expense. They also have a rarely enforced requirement of a yellow fever vaccination certificate. This is a rule that I have never heard of enforced. For these, and other reasons, people tend to pass over Bolivia when anointing destinations worthy of travel.

This is madness.

Bolivia is home to some of the most beautiful mountainous regions in all of South America. The gigantic city of La Paz sits in the shadow of Huayna Potosi and the Codillera Real unchallenged by altitude. The city itself stands at 12,500 feet or 3640 meters.

View from the Sky Bar at the Adventure Brew Hostal
View from the Sky Bar at the Adventure Brew Hostal
Another view from the sky bar
Another view from the sky bar

La Paz is a city built for trekking tourists. The food is not as good as Cusco, which isn’t really a fair comparison, since Cusco has some of the best food in the area. It is the trekking that you need to take advantage of. Like Cusco, there are agencies everywhere.

Unlike Cusco, the agencies are actually affordable. And the variety of experiences is vast. You can mountain bike down 3,000+ meters, thats right 9,000+ feet) in about 3 hours ride time on the Death Road just outside La Paz. They even have single track mountain biking available for real mountain bikers.

Part of the death road expanding into the distance
Part of the death road expanding into the distance

You can climb Huayna Potosi about 6,000 meters.on a multiple day trip.

Huayna Potosi with La Paz in the Background
Huayna Potosi with La Paz in the Background
Sunrise view from the top of the mountain
Sunrise view from the top of the mountain

Also just outside of La Paz. The salt flats at Uyuni beckon, with 1-4 day options. You can paraglide, rappel, and bungee jump all in the same day. There are options to add ziplining and visits to animal refuges to a death road package. Jungle treks are available as well. Let’s not forget a visit to the Island of the sun, the most beautiful island on Lake Titicaca.

A View of the pristine Salt Flats
A View of the pristine Salt Flats

Each of these experiences can be done for half or less than the average trek that originates in Cusco. So if you are planning a trip to Peru and you have adventure in mind, visit La Paz. There are many options for Hostals. and your stay will be cheap. You can get by in Bolivia for about half or less of what you would spend for the same things in Cusco. And much less when compared to Chile and Argentina.

I spent the great majority of my 10 week trip in Cusco, but the two weeks I spent in Bolivia were worth it. I spent a week in La Paz. A few of my friends from Cusco came with for the weekend and we had a great time doing the death road trek. We rode mountain bikes from 4,700 meters to about 1,100 meters.

Snowy 4,700 meters at the start
Snowy 4,700 meters at the start

It was incredible. We started in the snow and ended up in the jungle below. The ride was easy and the bikes were pretty decent for the price we paid. With this trek you don’t have to be extravagant, but you can definitely ensure enough safety with a middle of the market priced tour company. The bikes at the bargain places may have issues, so steer clear of those.

Awesome Photographer Guide
Awesome Photographer Guide
Our Lead guide from Luna tour Agency
Our Lead guide from Luna tour Agency

While safety isn’t number one on this trek, they do give you plenty of gear to protect you in case of a fall and the guides take picture while you are riding. Tourists are banned from taking photos, because a few unlucky riders have tumbled off the road in the past. But as long as you aren’t an idiot the trek is very safe.

Wreckage from an old crash
Wreckage from an old crash

The death road got its name when it was the only road out of La Paz and was used by cars, which it is quite narrow for. There is plenty of room for bikes and there are no cars on the lower half, which includes the old road.

A much greener 1,100 meters
A much greener 1,100 meters
Sweatier too, I only drink bottled water if it falls from the sky.
Sweatier too, I only drink bottled water if it falls from the sky. Also nice view of the dual suspension bike. All said, our day long tour was 500 Bolivianos, including lunch, cold showers, a pool, and a visit to an animal refuge. Don’t get fleeced.
3 hours on a bike and a beer is very refreshing.
After 3 hours in the saddle, a descent of more than 3,000 meters, and a beer is very refreshing.

It was nearing the end of my trip, because this was the beginning of December. I was almost out of money. I needed something to help me out a little and I got pretty lucky. As it turns out the hostel I was staying at, The Adventure Brew Hostal in La Paz, trades rooms for bartending service. It makes a lot of sense, because they need people that speak english and a lot of business is done at night in the bar. The hostal is also unique as one of the few places that has a microbrew. The brew, called Saya, is pretty decent when it is not too foamy. It reminds me of simpler NW brews. They have Amber, Negra, Dorada (sort of like a Kolsch), and a lager. When I was there they only had Amber and Dorada. But it was the best beer I had in both Peru and Bolivia. And it actually came from the tap instead of a bottle like the beer in Cusco.

Pint of Amber, Spelled "Ambar" in the bar.
Pint of Amber, Spelled “Ambar” in the bar.

I worked for a week in the bar which made my trip a lot more cost effective. I had 3 night shifts and 2 day shifts, easy. The work was simple, the night shift could be pretty busy, but the day shift was slow. I usually spent most of the day watching movies or UEFA Cup matches. This is a great trade for anyone looking to stay in La Paz for a while longer. You can’t do a lot of trekking because you have to work, but it makes exploration of the city pretty easy. And you meet literally hundreds of people.

After my week in La Paz. I met my food buddy from Cusco, Amy, at the Bus Station and headed to Copacabana with Isla Del Sol in mind. My friend Javier from Argentina was the first person that told me about the island of the sun. After visiting Amantani on the Peruvian side of the lake, I thought that I wouldn’t get the chance to see it. My trip to Bolivia made this small dream a reality. And so I after arriving in Copacabana we ate some food, visited the ATM and boarded the 2 hour boat ride to the island.

More on the Island to come…

Viva Aventura,