Ah jeez. This one´s a doozy. Me and Maya had been enjoying our travels, eating at all you can eat buffets, visiting 7 colored mountains, and Moon Valleys. But then she had to go and do something stupid.
We were on day 2 of our 3 day jeep trip through the Bolivian Salt Flats and we came upon a big rock field. Fun to climb and fun to photograph. Fun until Maya fell off a boulder and shattered a bone in her foot and realized she would need surgery. Luckily our fellow jeep-goer was an orthopedic surgeon…
What followed was maybe the most intense 24 hours of my life. Rush to small Bolivian pueblo for X-Ray and cast. 5 hour jeep ride to bigger city so we could catch a bus to La Paz (Bolivian Capital). Got to bigger city and realized there were no available seats. After some scrambling the bus company offered to let us stay where the bus drivers sleep… in the luggage compartment under the bus. It was actually pretty cosy minus the fact that we were locked under a bus for 10 hours and only could get out when someone remembered to get us some fresh air.
Eventually we made it to La Paz, Maya hopping on one foot the whole way, and went straight to the airport. Spent hours trying to get Maya the first flight home until we realized it wasnt until 6 am the next morning. Hung out at the airport all day, got drunk at dinner, and said goodbye to Maya.
So where does that leave me, you might ask. Well, due to my lonely bank account and being without fellow travler, I´ve decided to cut my trip short. Im still in La Paz, going to explore the city and nearby Lake Titicaca, and then flying to Bogota Colombia to spend my last days in South America.
So this means Ill be back in DC on May 27th. Ten short days from now…
