Worst of 2008 remained at come!
We left 7 girls all La Paz, at 18 am (because everyone worked), while it is known that no mini-bus comes out of the city at night. Until a mini-bus is present (as here, no office, agency, station, no, you should see the bus and talk to the driver that something happens), we met 7 others who wanted to go to the same village and the same festival as us so well determined also to arrive before midnight!
We therefore succeeded in "getting" a mini-bus for us alone, all together, which happened just a trip that he leaves with us on board. 700 bowl / 14 people, 35 bolivianos per person. Very expensive for a trip that usually costs 15 bowl. Here's how the private transport is only when competition is fierce. When there is no supply, prices go up and everyone can adjust its prices as it wants.
We are now well settled from (I speak on women because there were only 2 guys in the mini-bus) with what he takes to the road! Whatever we caught one of these plugs, not traffic, but not outstanding, because nobody respects the rules of the road one day Either it crashes at an intersection in all directions and no one can run! A real cap, the brothel, the cacophony! But the road was no less eventful. The two people sitting in the back, we are expressing the presence of a rope that dragged behind the truck while we were sailing on the freeway and we pass the vehicles. Instantly I do not react too much, but the same two at the back do not abandon their idea and ask that we stop on the road to go to the bathroom ... and cut the rope. Another in another corner of the bus, also envy. Everyone begins to ask the driver to stop at the same time, total chaos, which seems to put the driver in fury. And it starts rolling faster and faster, the driver definitely did not want to respond to our request to stop for a moment.
Then we began to descend, a raid that lasted over an hour in which we were so hot (dangerous maneuvers, cornering brake, etc.), as long moments there was silence in the bus. The rope that trailed behind and that could entwine into anything or go under the wheels of a car will stop within me throughout the journey, without being able to see clearly. In addition to the incredible urge to pee ... Besides I was not sitting on the side of the precipice, if that were the case you would have heard about time!
That evening, I have not celebrated the New Year, but the fact of being alive after the raid infernal ... in the rain.
We have arrived here, we're on the dance floor, it is midnight and 15 minutes. At midnight and two, when we arrived at the party narrowly for the new year we had all embraced by wishing happy new year. During the festival, people gave false tickets $ 100 to bring wealth in the coming year ... Hmmm ... we'll see!
The bar .... 
The dance floor on which there were fire jugglers that were running to the beat of the music.
Phew, it's late, is beginning to be tired!
My friend Veronica left, with Patricia. 
... The sun rises over the year 2009.
Arrivals night, we finally see where we are! Go for a small landscape picture! 
Not a ray of sun, mist, at this dawn, 1 January 2009, Sorata, a small village in the Andes.
On the way home ... we will sleep a bit like a hotel room at the other end of the village ...
the village of Sorata.
hotel above here! Or bottom of the slope instead!
Service Station where the thumb is to go to the village. Only way.
Patrica, VERY muddy roads of Sorata. No asphalt here, when it rains it's literally dirt roads where the cars plunge ... very poor, no basic infrastructure, even the toilets do not work .... and at the hotel or in restaurants, there is NEVER soap or toilet paper. 
A tree, do not ask me that! 
Paty, another Patricia, Veronica's cousin. Really nice ... and funny!
Back in the hills of the altiplano, we went up the hill from hell. Back to La Paz. 
Off, Lake Titicaca, the highest lake in the world, a place to which I return shortly.
3819 meters. Huarina, Bolivia. 
Here I took this picture to remember how much I laughed (finally!) when the man with the garland to the coup, completely drunk entered the mini-bus with his wife while we were on the way (here we always fills to capacity, people haltent on the road). His wife, in the face with the brown shawl and her baby in her arms, turned always to prevent her husband from falling (because he was sleeping really hard) on my friend sitting next to him. Me, sitting just behind him, I was holding so it does not fall ....!!! Comedy, at the end of the trip, he awoke, and he looked like a good person ... but here when they drink, because they almost never drink it to get laid a HUGE baked. Happy New Year 2009! I wish you all a lot of laughs and smiles! :-)
Remember, anything that is not given is lost. (I like it this sentence of Camus?) Xxx
