Missed my Flight and Got Lost in a 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 traveled around for already three weeks, I finally headed to Bolivia. My route ran from Arequipa, a city in Peru, to El Alto airport 13 km west of La Paz, a city in Bolivia. El Alto airport is the highest…

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Getting The Drug Criminal Treatment On The Way To Peru

Mancora Beach

I’m not necessarily against drug use. I am a libertarian, and I believe people should be able to do what they want with their bodies. But, I didn’t have any drugs on me, nor did anyone else on my bus, including the one hippy-looking guy. That didn’t stop the Ecuadorian police from stopping us over…

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