|Unlucky hostellers - Kevin and Andy, survivors of the Highway of Death|
|The loneliness of Tihuanaco|
|These figures are carved from a single piece of stone - the largest is about three times taller than I am|
For most of the four and a half hour journey the road was as bleak as those which I had already travelled over with just a few tantalising glimpses of the snow -capped peaks of Illiumpu which rises 6427m behind La Paz.
|The way to Sorata did not look all that promising, but you can see the peaks of Illiumpu in the background|
|The first bit of green since Aguas Calientes|
|Town Square Sorata|
Corioco was said to be similar -i.e. green, but five hours in the opposite direction over the Cordillera Real and what is known as "The Highway of Death." Adventure tourists are very fond of doing this on mountain bikes and may or may not end up looking like the two at the top of the page. I also met a girl in the hostel who had her foot in plaster for the same reason. Just travelling in the mini cabs was adventurous enough for me. Ours had soft suspension on the right hand side which made me nervous every time we took a left hand bend. We also did the last part before we plunged down these hills in thick fog but even that was no reason to slow down. The driver simply honked his horn before driving around bends. For a long time I thought Bolivians must drive on the left like we do, but that's only when the drop is on the right. The worst mini bus related story I heard in the hostel though, was from a man who jumped out of a moving bus when everyone else did, because they had seen the driver do it. Apparently the brakes had failed and the driver had let it crash into a house rather than letting it drop over the side of a ravine. The worst thing for me about travelling in mini buses is that they won't let you stop and take pictures. The few I did get were either a blur or looked like the one below, but I did get a reasonable one of a massive landslip where we stopped for a while.
|Views from the mini bus|
|Landslips like this were not uncommon and the roadworks have to be seen to be believed|
I did spend a lovely day doing the obligatory walk to the three Cascadas (waterfalls) which almost made up for my sleepless night. The mountains towered above and stretched far into the distance and far below you could make out tiny villages and farms.
|This counts as the first of the three waterfalls|
The locals very keen to take me on a tour of the coca fields at great expense, but that wasn't really my thing. You could also continue on to the Bolivian Amazon from here, another popular trek for hostellers, but I had stopped taking my anti -malarials while I was sick and you had to have taken them for several days beforehand. It was also rather expensive - around two or three hundred dollars, and since I hadn't been able to extract any money from my Visa card after that expensive train trip to Machu Picchu, I reluctantly returned to La Paz.