Tupiza is a small town surrounded by landscapes that remind you of the wild west. Instead of the almost mandatory horse back ride to the sights, we took off on a little hike of our own.
View over Tupiza from a hill nearby.
It must get cold here. Even cactus are wearing beanies : )
La puerta del diablo, the devils gate.
Macho Valley
Two coincidences during one evening in a small town in the middle of nowhere... At the hotel we ran into our Irish friend Tracy we met at Machu Picchu about a week earlier. Waiting for her at a restaurant another familiar face walked in. It was Cornelia, our Swiss friend that we met about 8 years ago in Costa Rica. How random is that? We hadn't seen her in over four years. She didn't even know that we were traveling in South America and we didn't know she was either.
This is the time table for the whole Bolivian rail road. To get to the boarder of Bolivia and Argentina, we had to catch the train at about 4.10am.
Our lucky charms, the Tucan travel group. It happened that the Tucan group ate dinner and celebrated a birthday at the same restaurant that we were at, and Cornelia was part of this group. They were all super nice and fun people and invited us to travel over the border with them in their truck-bus. They were heading the same direction as we were and also needed to cross the boarder into Argentina. Perfect! This trip turned out to be really easy and hassle free for us. Very nice compared to our earlier Bolivian transportation. They even had a great lunch routine. As soon as we stopped to eat, a table and food was out and everyone started chopping up stuff for sandwiches. Pretty tasty. Nice view included.
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