So I finally left the comfort zone of Sucre, my sweet Roxana, my friend Pedro, Gert, Linda and my kids. I can’t believe it myself. But I wanted to leave Bolivia in style. I followed the whereabouts of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. They died in San Vicente. It was the toughest journey since the James W. Dalton Highway in Alaska. The strangest thing was that I couldn’t find proper food for three days. Chewing on coca leaves kept me going. It takes away the hunger and headache. I hardly slept.
The road was a mess, especially from the mining village Atocha to San Vicente. Only 70 miles but tough ones. I crashed two times, one time hard. And I nearly drove into a canyon. The road was slippery, because of continues rainfall. Didn’t see a single soul. Bolivia is no country for an old Guzzi. It’s a miracle that she keeps on going. Nothing stops my sweet.
I was impressed by the loneliness. I like to be on my own, but happiness is better when shared. I miss my chicka.
I could see Butch & Sundance in mind cloud dusting through the landscape, running for their life. I was on sacred soil and eventually I felt an outlaw myself (bottom pic). I was very impressed by the landscape. Bolivia is one of the most beautiful country’s I ever traveled through. I arrived late at San Vicente. It’s a little mining village. No hostals, no food. The miners gave me shelter in a little watch house. I bought a sleeping bag. But it didn’t resist the cold. San Vicente is on top off the world, 4500 meters high. The wind blows fierce and it rained. Very, very cold. After five months of luxury I probably had to suffer a bit, and I did. Don’t worry about that. Two days later and I’m still not recovered. Tomorrow I’ll cross the border of Argentina. After more than 1000 days of travels I will be in the holy land. Some 6000 k’s to Ushuaia, the end of my trip. I’m tired and running out of money. The gauchos will give me shelter; they are arranging that for me. If not I’ll sleep under the stars. I have no tent. I want to go out in style. I try to be there in two months or so. Yes I’m getting tired of not belonging anywhere. Even this lonely soul needs a fundament, a home, and a sweet. I want my car pit, my color television, a place to stay, a chicka… Hell yes, I want it ALL.
PS wish me luck. I don’t have money to pay for the immigration fine.