How I missed my first flight and got lost in the pitch-dark silver mine. My first ever trip to Bolivia

Six years ago, in February 2014, I was on my first South American trip. Having travelled around for already three weeks I finally headed to Bolivia. My route ran from Arequipa, the city in Peru, to El Alto airport 13 km west of La Paz, the city in Bolivia. El Alto airport is the highest…

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