Two things had to be done before I could load Doc on that truck and kiss Santa Cruz goodbye. First, I needed to get legal documentation permitting me to have my motorcycle in Bolivia. And second, I had to take care of the minor repairs to the bike. With these loose ends tied down I […]
Santa Cruz seems like home. I’ve been here ten days. Each day the bellboys ask me if I’m feeling better. A couple days ago I ditched the crutches. And yesterday broke ground and left the hotel on foot. Visited the local barber down the street for a haircut and shave. It’s been that long. I’ve […]
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This morning Jeremiah took off for Cochabamba. His play is to try to get to the Salar by early next week. It’s a days ride to Cocha. Then another long day to Potosi. He had Nicky, the mechanic we came to know and love in Sucre, ship new tires to Potosi. There he’ll change the […]
In Bolivia, and elsewhere in South America, you can ask the same questions to ten people and you’ll either get ten different answers or simply the same answer which will turn out to be so far off. When we asked people about the road from Sucre to Santa Cruz — remember the one that took […]
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There’s nothing more demanding to your all your senses than riding into a large Latin American city. We’d been warned that Santa Cruz was hot, and that it was a huge city. We were advised that here we might find the most beautiful girls in Bolivia. And that this was the perfect launching pad for […]
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Sometime in 1966 on a remote farm not far from here (Vallegrande, Bolivia) Che Guevara along with a rag tag team of militants set up a military camp. He hoped to liberate South America from social oppression and American Imperialism. He helped Castro topple the Fulgencia Batista Cuban dictatorship in 1959. As such was granted […]
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Jeremiah rolling into Vallegrade with a grand Cristo welcome. The road to Vallegrande was actually much better. Not as much dust and recent rainfall had settled what little dust we might have contended with. We climbed mountains and descended into pretty valleys with tiny adobe outbacks passing men on horses, cattle crossing the road and […]
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Count Down.
/6 Comments/in Bolivia, South America, Travelogue /by allanTwo things had to be done before I could load Doc on that truck and kiss Santa Cruz goodbye. First, I needed to get legal documentation permitting me to have my motorcycle in Bolivia. And second, I had to take care of the minor repairs to the bike. With these loose ends tied down I […]
Leaving Santa Cruz.
/0 Comments/in Bolivia, South America, Travelogue /by allanSanta Cruz seems like home. I’ve been here ten days. Each day the bellboys ask me if I’m feeling better. A couple days ago I ditched the crutches. And yesterday broke ground and left the hotel on foot. Visited the local barber down the street for a haircut and shave. It’s been that long. I’ve […]
Santa Cruz Solo.
/2 Comments/in Bolivia, South America, Travelogue /by allanThis morning Jeremiah took off for Cochabamba. His play is to try to get to the Salar by early next week. It’s a days ride to Cocha. Then another long day to Potosi. He had Nicky, the mechanic we came to know and love in Sucre, ship new tires to Potosi. There he’ll change the […]
Beaten Up By Bolivia – Again.
/6 Comments/in Bolivia, South America, Travelogue /by allanIn Bolivia, and elsewhere in South America, you can ask the same questions to ten people and you’ll either get ten different answers or simply the same answer which will turn out to be so far off. When we asked people about the road from Sucre to Santa Cruz — remember the one that took […]
Santa Cruz de la Sierra: Hot Town.
/0 Comments/in Bolivia, South America, Travelogue /by allanThere’s nothing more demanding to your all your senses than riding into a large Latin American city. We’d been warned that Santa Cruz was hot, and that it was a huge city. We were advised that here we might find the most beautiful girls in Bolivia. And that this was the perfect launching pad for […]
Vallegrande. Another day. Samaipata & Santa Cruz.
/2 Comments/in Bolivia, South America, Travelogue /by allanSometime in 1966 on a remote farm not far from here (Vallegrande, Bolivia) Che Guevara along with a rag tag team of militants set up a military camp. He hoped to liberate South America from social oppression and American Imperialism. He helped Castro topple the Fulgencia Batista Cuban dictatorship in 1959. As such was granted […]
Vallegrande At Last.
/0 Comments/in Bolivia, South America, Travelogue /by allanJeremiah rolling into Vallegrade with a grand Cristo welcome. The road to Vallegrande was actually much better. Not as much dust and recent rainfall had settled what little dust we might have contended with. We climbed mountains and descended into pretty valleys with tiny adobe outbacks passing men on horses, cattle crossing the road and […]