Casa Robino

¡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.

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.

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.

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.