The unique highway

¡Perez! ¡Perez! un bolivianito yell the driver to the crowd.
I jump into the shuttle which will bring me back in La Paz through the only Bolivian highway, 13 km, la autopista La Paz-El Alto.
Small distance but big changes.

Common shower, a mental painting

Late at night it's slightly cooler than during the day, birds from the forest speak together.
Running water has been cut for some days now so I go to public shower.
It is a waterfall which die into the river, it has been converted into a shower with the addition of a concrete basement.
Down is the big river coming from the Andes and running in direction of Amazonia, I can see it's brown gleams.
Washerwomen are working together few meters away.
The waterfall beat my skin, there is a smell of humidity, a light drizzle also.
I'm drying myself, suddenly a huge warm rain comes.

Green tunnel, delirium and recovery

It´s my third day in the green tunnel and I'm exhausted, I see a big wall of entangeled vegetation in front of me. I have no clock and mist has been hiding sun since I've started walking but birds tell me the night will fall soon, so I decide to set up my tent.

Sharing with the dead

Somewhere in Bolivia between Cochabamba and Sucre

When I get out of the car, I see nobody on the place, is that a ghost village? I ask a kid; ¿Que pasa aca? He tells me to go to the cemetery. Sure! now I remember, today is "dia de todos los santos". We have it also in France. Over there it is a boring rainy day where you put some expensive flowers on graveyards.