Isla del Sol, Lake Titicaca / Bolivia · 2014 blue altitude
For me Bolivia was... the coldest swim · being beautifully lost · indigenous at heart · learning to love La Paz · an apartment that was a catch · teaching at the UN · babysitting FIFA officials in the presidential palace · a local and a remote job · not getting paid · new friends and other new friends and old friends · quite a few parties · avo sandwiches · a green Christmas · DVDs · $2 three course lunches · the best maracuja juice · minibus mania · hills and views at every corner · a trip into the white · another world · tears of joy · the third overstayed visa in a row.
glimpse: NOT LOST | We thought we were absurdly lost that day. And on paper we were. But we were paperless, left to our own devices. No map, no guidebook, no being lost so long as you keep walking. Reaching for the blue heart of Lake Titicaca, the right ridge towards the north of Isla del Sol was far from us. But we were far from lost and we had the vista to back it up.
glimpse: YOUR IMAGINATION | What do you see when you don’t know what you see, when you see whatever you want to see? Something small could be something big, something far could be something near, something could be something else. Your imagination, your call.
"[...] like a surrealist dreamscape it seemingly existed detached from all the rest of space and time, somewhere somewhen.”
Altiplano, Uyuni / Bolivia · 2014 dreamscape escape
La Paz was love on second sight, maybe on third. But love it was and is, true and unbroken.
La Paz / Bolivia · 2014
Strikingly blue and polar cold. The swim felt like a cleansing.
Isla del Sol, Lago Titicaca / Bolivia · 2014
Isla del Sol, Lago Titicaca / Bolivia · 2014 sun-tanned island
Isla del Sol, Lago Titicaca / Bolivia · 2014 sunshine in the rain
Valle De Las Animas, La Paz / Bolivia · 2014 La Paz snuggeling El Alto
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