Hey all, we´re in Sucre again, and have been for a the last week, taking grueling spanish lessons with our teacher Rita. It´s kind of like a two week fetal period in order to fully explore life in Bolivia when we´re done. Maybe three weeks.
Anyways, we spent a few days way off the beaten path on the way here in a town called either Botanzos or Bontanzos, depending on who you ask in the town. And what a town. The view from our hostal, covering the entire valley, was pretty proto-typical of what I expected of Bolivia. In parts, some of the tallest mountains in the world, but overall, simply a vast, sweeping horizon of peaks, few altogether commanding, but overall the sensation of actually standing on the cusp of the world.
Jess and I climbed a small mountain nearest to the town, Bartolemeo I think, and found a small hut on the top with quite possibly the happiest man I have ever seen in my life living there. And from the apex witnessed a vista and experience quite new to me. The entire horizon formed a single unbroken line of quiet ridges, mountain after mountain rolling into another, but at 4000 metres very few peaks like we know from the Canadian Rockies, instead, the tempered nature revealed, for the primary occasion in my life, the total ellipse of the planet´s shape. It was like standing on the curved edge of the earth. Twice I have felt the at once immense and yet comprendable occular nature of being on a rock in space, under the southern cross of Saint Kilda beach in Melbourne, and here atop the world. Anyways, not to make every thing that happens in Bolivia sound life changing, but this was still pretty novel.
To be frank, this photo is terrible, but I guess it was more of a temporal thing, than a 3x optical zoom thing.Mucho amor,
Nick.
p.s. Heres to you, happy mounain man.
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