Sunday, June 7, 2009
Jean Denis Blanc
I first met Jean Denis when he was living in Buenos Aires. Like myself, he's a world-traveler, originally from Marseilles. Jean Denis has a real electric personality and is a riot to be with.
I took this photo in November of 1999 in his department which, since his depature from Buenos Aires, has become mine.
Brunch in Buenos Aires
A group of friends of mine in Buenos Aires on the roof of my apartment building where I hosted a Brunch. While I drink mate and eat dulce de leche, I also try to introduce the best of American culture. Naturally this includes Sunday brunches and champagne and grapefruit juice mimosas.
Photo taken in June of 2000.
Hugh Dubberly
Lauren Geetter
Helen Hobbs (my grandmother)
My Father at Bar Dorrego in Buenos Aires
German Isaurralde
Justin Miller
I first met Justin when I was a freshman at Harvard and he was studying CS just down Mass Ave. at MIT. He's extremely thoughtful and bright and I often seek out his opinion on many things. And he's gracious enough to respond.
I took this photo in spring of 1999 on the banks of the Charles in Cambridge.
Update: Justin passed away in 2008.
Chris Tilgman
Eric Westby
Matt Winters
I've known Matt since high school when we were both in the fall production of "God's Country". Fortunately we both went East for college; him to Brown and me to Harvard, and have managed to remain good friends all this time.
Matt early on gave me lots of photo advice. Here, I had just gotten my Pentax K1000 and Matt is expounding on shutter speeds, f-stops, contrast, composition, etc. This photo is from April of 1999.
Javier Zapiola
Thursday, May 28, 2009
More Vanity on Flickr
I have a Flickr set of photos of me covering 1993 to 2006. It's here.
If you want to track my further aging, I please add me on facebook.
If you want to track my further aging, I please add me on facebook.
As a brooding freshman, January 1995
Wearing Silly Hats in Trinidad, Cuba. December 1996
Sipping Cuba Libres in Havana
Self portrait taken in Punta Arenas
Books I have read
1992 | |
Foundation | Asimov, Isaac *** |
Foundation and Empire | Asimov, Isaac *** |
Emprise | Kube-McDowell, Micheal |
Enigma | Kube-McDowell, Micheal |
Empery | Kube-McDowell, Micheal |
Second Foundation | Asimov, Isaac *** |
Foundation's Edge | Asimov, Isaac |
Foundation and Earth | Asimov, Isaac |
Nemisis | Asimov, Isaac |
The Puritan Dilema | Morgan |
Prelude to Foundation | Asimov, Isaac |
Nightfall | Asimov, Isaac and Silverberg, Robert |
The Quiet Pools | Kube-McDowell, Micheal |
Imperial Earth | Clarke, Arthur |
Rendezvous With Rama | Clarke, Arthur *** |
Rama II | Clarke, Arthur and Lee, Gentry |
The Garden of Rama | Clarke, Arthur and Lee, Gentry |
I, Robot | Asimov, Isaac *** |
Songs of Distant Earth | Clarke, Arthur |
The Naked Sun | Asimov, Isaac |
The Currents of Space | Asimov, Isaac |
The Stars Like Dust | Asimov, Isaac |
The Agony and the Ecstasy | Stone, Irving |
The Turner Thesis | Turner, Frederick Jackson |
Beyond the Fall of Night | Clarke, Arthur and Benford, Gregory |
The Robots of Dawn | Asimov, Isaac |
The Fountains of Paradise | Clarke, Arthur |
Robots and Empire | Asimov, Isaac |
Childhood's End | Clarke, Arthur *** |
Cradle | Clarke, Arthur and Lee, Gentry |
1993 | |
The Sum of All Fears | Clancy, Tom |
The End of Eternity | Asimov, Isaac |
Homage to Catalonia | Orwell, George |
All I Really Needed to Know | Fulghum, Robert |
It Was On Fire When I Lay Down On It | Fulghum, Robert |
A Brief History of Time | Hawking, Steven |
American Pageant | Textbook |
The Catacomb Years | Bishop, Micheal |
Fatherland | Harris, Robert |
2061 | Clarke, Arthur |
Becoming A Man | Monette, Paul |
Animal Farm | Orwell, George |
An Alien Light | Kress, Nancy |
Chemistry | Textbook |
Sex, Art, and American Culture | Paglia, Camille |
The Once and Future King | White, T. H. |
Applied Calculus | Textbook |
More Than One Universe | Clarke, Arthur |
Forward the Foundation | Asimov, Isaac |
The Pelican Brief | Grisham, John |
The Firm | Grisham, John |
Sphere | Critchton, Micheal |
The Fountainhead | Rand, Ayn *** |
In Patagonia | Chatwin, Bruce *** |
Atlas Shrugged | Rand, Ayn *** |
A Time to Kill | Grisham, John |
The Hammer of God | Clarke, Arthur |
The Secret Sharer | Conrad, Joseph |
And The Band Played On | Shilts, Randy *** |
We The Living | Rand, Ayn |
Anthem | Rand, Ayn |
The Glass Menagerie | Williams, Tennesee |
The Night of January 16th | Rand, Ayn ~~~ |
Crime and Punishment | Dostoevsky, Fyodor |
God's Country | Dietz, Steven |
The Man Who Used The Universe | Foster, Alan Dean |
Dragon's Egg | Forward, Robert |
Time Master | Forward, Robert ~~~ |
Siddhartha | Hesse, Herman |
Ayn Rand | Baker, James |
Martian Rainbow | Forward, Robert ~~~ |
Mars | Bova, Ben |
1994 | |
The City Not Long After | Murphy, Par |
Rama Revealed | Clarke, Arthur and Lee, Gentry ~~~ |
The Mayor of Castro Street | Shilts, Randy *** |
A Streetcar Named Desire | Williams, Tennnesee |
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead | Stoppard, Tom |
Waiting for Godot | Beckett, Samuel |
Peacekeepers | Bova, Ben |
Privateers | Bova, Ben |
Empire Builders | Bova, Ben |
Red Mars | Robinson, Kim Stanley *** |
The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress | Heinlein, Robert *** |
Night | Weilsel, Elie |
Green Mars | Robinson, Kim Stanley *** |
More Tales of the City | Maupin, Armistead |
Earthlight | Clarke, Arthur |
Postman | Brin, David |
The Dark Beyond the Stars | Robinson, Frank |
Ender's Game | Card, Orson Scott *** |
Speaker for the Dead | Card, Orson Scott *** |
The Forever War | Haldeman, Joe *** |
The Man in the High Castle | Dick, Phillip *** |
Xenocide | Card, Orson Scott |
Gateway | Pohl, Frederick |
The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch | Dick, Phillip K. |
Solar Lottery | Dick, Phillip K. |
The Dispossessed | LeGuin, Ursula K. *** |
The Left Hand of Darkness | LeGuin, Ursula K. *** |
The Peron Novel | Martinez, Tomas Eloy |
The Old World and The New: 1492 | Elliot, John H |
Neuromancer | Gibson, William ~~~ |
1995 | |
Moving Mars | Bear, Gregory |
The Hot Zone | Preston, Richard |
Hyperion | Simmons, Dan |
A Place at the Table | Bawer, Bruce |
Fall of Hyperion | Simmons, Dan |
A Wizard of Earthsea | LeGuin, Ursula K. *** |
A Canticle for Leibowitz | Miller, Walter *** |
The Demolished Man | Bester, Alfred |
The Stars My Destination | Bester, Alfred |
The Character of Physical Law | Feynman |
Dune | Herbert, Frank *** |
The Bridge of San Luis Rey | Wilder, Thorton *** |
The Clocks | Christie, Agatha |
A Fire Upon the Deep | Vinge, Vernor |
Dawn | Weisel, Elie |
The Green Hills of Earth | Heinlein, Robert ~~~ |
Lovelock | Card, Orson Scott |
One Hundred Years of Solitude | Garcia-Marquez, Gabriel *** |
Remembering Denny | Trillin, Calvin |
The Art of the Long View | Schwartz, Peter |
Peddling Properity | Krugman, Paul *** |
Peace War | Vinge, Vernor |
Marooned in Realtime | Vinge, Vernor |
True Names | Vinge, Vernor |
Permutation City | Egan, Greg |
Dancer From The Dance | Holleran, Andrew *** |
1996 | |
Magic's Pawn | Lackey, Mercedes ~~~ |
Armchair Economist | Landsburg, Steven |
Queer in America | Signorile, Michelangelo ~~~ |
Blue Mars | Robinson, Kim Stanley |
Quarantine | Egan, Greg |
The Swimming Pool Library | Hollinghurst, Alan |
River Out of Eden | Dawkins, Richard |
The Folding Star | Hollinghurst, Alan *** |
Queer | William S. Bourroughs |
Snow Queen | Vinge, Joan D. |
Bastard Out of Carolina | Allison, Dorothy |
The Remains of the Day | Ishiguro, Kazuo |
The Kitchen God's Wife | Tan, Amy |
The Lost World | Crichton, Michael |
Beloved | Morrison, Toni |
Stones for Ibarra | Doerr, Harriet *** |
1997 | |
Snow Falling on Cedars | Guterson, David |
Days of Obligation | Rodriguez, Richard |
The Bean Trees | Kingsolver, Barbarh |
The Blind Watchmaker | Dawkins, Richard |
The Hobbit | Tolkien, J.R.R |
A Place I'Ve Never Been | Leavitt, David *** |
The Fellowship of the Ring | Tolkein, J.R.R. |
The Two Towers | Tolkein, J.R.R. |
The Return of the King | Tolkein, J.R.R. |
Our Man in Havana | Greene, Graham *** |
The Mote in God's Eye | NIven, Larry & J. Pournelle |
High Fidelity | Hornby, Nick |
Lonesome Dove | McMurtry, Larry |
The Diamond Age | Stephenson, Neal |
Invisible Man | Ellison, Ralph |
The Rapture of Canaan | Reynolds, Sheri |
And Then There Were None | Christie, Agatha |
The Name of the Rose | Eco, Umberto |
The House of the Spirits | Allende, Isabel *** |
The Picture of Dorian Gray | Wilde, Oscar |
A Civil Action | Harr, Jonathan |
Ship Fever | Barret, Andrea |
Family Dancing | Leavitt, David |
Arkansas | Leavitt, David |
Barrel Fever | Sedaris, David |
O Pioneers! | Cather, Willa |
A Thousand Acres | Smiley, Jane *** |
Ceremony | Silko, Leslie Marmon |
Refuge | Williams, Terry Tempest |
1998 | |
Into the Wild | Krakauer, John |
Distress | Egan, Greg |
Snow Crash | Stephenson, Neal |
Guns, Germs, and Steel | Diamond, Jared *** |
1999 | |
Native Son | Wright, Richard |
Sweet Soul Music | Guralnick, Peter |
Gay New York | Chauncey, George |
On Heroes and Tombs | Sabato, Ernesto |
The Honorary Consul | Greene, Graham |
Antarctica | Robinson, Kim Stanley |
Common Ground | Lukas, Anthony *** |
Kiss of the Spider Woman | Puig, Manuel |
A State of Fear | Graham-Yooll, Andrew |
The Wedding of Zein | Salih, Tayyib |
After the Despots | Graham-Yooll, Andrew |
Into Thin Air | Krakauer, Jon |
Visual Display of Quantitative Information | Tufte, Edward |
Investment Biker | Rogers, Jim |
Where I'm Calling From | Carver, Raymond |
2000 | |
Permission Marketing | Godin, Seth |
Influence, The Psychology of Persuasion | Caldini, Robert |
Philip and Alex's Guide to Web Publishing | Greenspun, Philip |
The Design of Everyday Things | Norman, Donald |
The Orchid Theif | Orlean, Susan |
Understanding Comics | Scott McCloud |
Maus, I & II | Spiegelman, Art |
On Photography | Sontag, Susan *** |
Designing Web Usability | Nielsen, Jakob |
Yanomamo: The Fierce People | Chagnon, Napoleon |
The War of the End of the World | LLosa, Mario Vargas |
The Death of Artemio Cruz | Fuentes, Carlos |
Seven Dials Mystery | Christie, Agatha |
Murder at the Vicarage | Christie, Agatha |
2001 | |
Mrs. Dalloway | Woolf, Virginia |
The Hours | Cunningham, Michael *** |
A Universal History of Imfamy | Borges, Jorge Luis |
Foucault's Pendulum | Eco, Umberto |
A Map of the World | Hamilton, Jane |
Gabriella, Clove and Cinnamon | Amado, Jorge |
Inside the Sky | Langewiesche, William *** |
Kitchen Confidential | Bourdain, Anthony |
Disgrace | Coetzee, J.M. |
Sunnyvale | Goodell, Jeff |
The Tipping Point | Gladwell, Malcom |
Demonic Males | Wrangham, Richard |
Mr. Wilson's Cabinet of Wonder | Wenschler, Lawrence |
The Art of Innovation | Kelly, Tom |
The Spell | Hollinghurst, Alan |
A Home at the End of the World | Cunningham, Michael |
Flesh and Blood | Cunningham, Michael |
The Intuitionist | Whitehead, Colson |
From Bauhaus to Our House | Wolfe, Tom |
Buildings That Learn | Brand, Stewart |
Confessions of an Advertising Man | Ogilvy, David |
The Beach | Garland, Alex |
The Secret History | Tartt, Donna |
Independence Day | Ford, Richard *** |
Class | Fussel, Paul |
City of Quartz | Davis, Mike |
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil | Brendt, John |
The Heart that Bleeds | Guillermoprieto, Alma |
Looking for History | Guillermoprieto, Alma |
The Naked Civil Servant | Crisp, Quentin |
Memory of Fire: Genesis | Galeano, Eduardo |
Peopleware | DeMarco, Tom & Lister, Timothy |
2002 | |
Delirious New York | Koolhaus, Rem |
Sahara Unveiled | Langewiesche, William |
The Other Path | De Soto, Hernando |
The Corrections | Franzen, Jonathan |
The Story of Art | Gombrich, Ernst |
The Sportswriter | Ford, Richard |
Invisible Cities | Calvino, Italo |
Rivertown: Two Years on the Yangtze | Hessler, Peter |
American Ground | Langewiesche, William |
2003 | |
Ragtime | Doctorow, E.L. |
Symposium | Spark, Muriel |
What am I doing here? | Chatwin, Bruce |
Anthropologist on Mars | Sacks, Oliver |
Island of the Colorblind | Sacks, Oliver |
Moneyball | Lewis, Michael |
Slouching Towards Bethlemhem | Didion, Joan |
Before Night Falls | Arenas, Reinaldo |
2004 | |
Farewell Symphony | White, Edmund |
Plagues & Peoples | McNeill, William |
Oaxaca Journal | Sacks, Oliver |
The Years of Rice and Salt | Robinson, Kim Stanley |
The Beautiful Room is Empty | White, Edmund |
Cleopatra's Wedding Present | Moss, Robert Tewdwr |
Songlines | Chatwin, Bruce |
Sheltering Sky | Bowles, Paul |
The Outlaw Sea | Langweische, William |
Paris to the Moon | Gopnik, Adam |
The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas | Stein, Gertrude |
The Shipping News | Proulx, Annie |
Amsterdam | McEwan, Ian |
2005 | |
A Death in Brazil | Robb, Peter |
Reading Lolita in Tehran | Nafisi, Azar |
The Happy Isles of Oceania | Theroux, Paul |
Midnight's Children | Rushdie, Salman |
The Line of Beauty | Hollinghurst, Alan *** |
The Death and Life of Great American Cities | Jacobs, Jane |
Blue Highways | Least Heat Moon, William |
Blink | |
Atonement | McEwan, Ian |
2006 | |
Maximum City | Suketu, Mehta |
Saturday | McEwan, Ian |
City of Bones | Connolly, Michael |
Reversible Errors | Turow, Scott |
The Narrows | Connelly, Michael |
Devil in a Blue Dress | Mosley, Walter |
The Black Ice | Connelly, Michael |
The White Album | Didion, Joan |
The Search | Battelle, John |
Oracle Bones | Hessler, Peter *** |
1491 | Mann, Charles |
Prep | Sittenfeld, Curtis |
2007 | |
The Closesrs | Connelly, Michael |
The Ghost Map | Johnson, Steven |
The Blind Side | Lewis, Michael |
The Places in Between | Stewart, Rory |
The Faith Healer of Olive Avenue | Mu�oz, Manuel |
The Last Coyote | Connelly, Michael |
2008 | |
Daughter of Fortune | Allende, Isabel |
You Can Run | Archer, Jesse |
2009 | |
Brief Encounters with Che Guevara | Fountain, Ben |
Wyoming Stories | Proulx, Annie |
A Darkness More Than Night | Connelly, Michael |
Knifeboy | Williams, Tod Harrison |
Some ComentaryIn 1992 I visited my grandparents in Indiana for a week. Fearing boredom I brought along a few Isaac Asimov books. I knew he wrote science fiction and altho I had never really read any books for pleasure before this, I thought it might be interesting. In the stack at the library I noticed a lot of his titles had the word "Foundation" in it. I figured this would be a good place to start. Little did I know this would set off a years-long love affair with science fiction.When I started college stopped reading so much, altho looking at my list you wouldn't necessarily see it. The year I took off to travel across Latin America (96-97), I read a lot. I don't read too much science fiction anymore, which is too bad. I miss the sense of wonderment and the dreaming it inspired within me. |
CDs I own
My Favorites are marked with an '*'
- Abagail
- Constant Craving (single)
- Abba
- Gold
- ABBAcadabra
- ABBA Songs In Disco
- S.O.S (single)
- Los Abuelos de la Nada
- Oro
- Ace of Base
- Lucky Love (single)
- Afro Medusa
- Pasilda (single)
- Air
- Moon Safari
- Sexy Boy (single)
- Allman Brothers
- A Decade of Hits 69-79
- Amber
- One More Night (single)
- Sexual * (single)
- America
- History (Greatest Hits)
- Tori Amos
- Silent All These Years (single)
- Professional Widow (single)
- The Animals
- Best of the Animals
- Anastacia
- I'm Outta Love (single)
- Marc Anthony
- Desde Un Principio
- Marc Anthony
- Aterciopelados
- Caribe Atomico
- Gozo Poderozo
- Backstreet Boys
- Everybody (single)
- Greatest Hits, Chaper One
- Bad Company
- 10 From 6
- Bad Finger
- Straight Up
- Erykah Badu
- Baduzim
- Bananarama
- Greatest Hits
- The Band
- The Band *
- Barenaked Ladies
- Gordon
- Brian Wilson (single)
- The Old Apartment * (single)
- One Week (single)
- Beach Boys
- Today
- Pet Sounds *
- Good Vibrations (Box Set)
- Beatles
- Please Please Me
- Hard Day's Night *
- Beatles For Sale
- Revolver *
- Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band *
- Magical Mystery Tour
- Yellow Submarine
- The Beatles (White Album) *
- Abbey Road *
- Let it Be
- Past Masters vol. 1
- Past Masters vol. 2
- Beck
- Odelay
- Midnight Vultures
- Maria Bethania
- Millenium Series
- Big Star
- #1 Record/Radio City
- Third/Sister Lovers
- Black Uhuru
- Red
- Ruben Blades
- Buscando America
- Blind Faith
- Blind Faith
- Blondie
- Atomic/Atomix (The Best Remixed)
- Bloomfield, Kooper, Stills
- Super Session
- Blue Boy
- Remember Me (single)
- Blur
- Parklife
- Migue Bose
- Lo Mejor de...
- Girados en Conciento (w/ Ana Torroja)
- Boston
- Boston
- Box Tops
- Ultimate Box Tops
- Brandy & Monica
- The Boy is Mine (single)
- Toni Braxton
- You're Makin' Me High (single)
- Unbreak My Heart (single)
- Meredith Brooks
- Bitch (single)
- What Would Happen (single)
- James Brown
- Star Time
- Chico Buarque
- Millenium Series
- Buffalo Springfield
- Last Time Around
- The Best of
- Jerry Butler
- The Very Best of
- Byrds
- The Notorious Byrd Brothers
- Greatest Hits Vol. 2
- The Byrds (box set) *
- Cafe Tacuba
- Re:
- Avalanche de Exitos
- Mariah Carey
- Dreamlover * (single)
- Fantasy (single)
- Honey (single)
- My All (single)
- I Still Believe (single)
- Kim Carnes
- Mistaken Identity
- The Carpenters
- Singles 1969-1973
- The Cars
- Just What I Needed, The Anthology
- Johnny Cash
- The Sun Years
- Chairmen of the Board
- Greatest
- Harry Chapin
- Greatest Stories Live
- Tracy Chapman
- Tracy Chapman
- Give me One Reason (single)
- Charlotte
- Skin (single)
- Cheap Trick
- Authorized Greatest Hits
- Cher
- One By One (single)
- Believe * (single)
- Strong Enough (single)
- Greatest Hits
- Chic
- Dance, Dance, Dance
- Chumbawamba
- Tubthumping (single)
- Eric Clapton
- Timepieces, The Best of
- Unplugged
- Change the World (single)
- The Clash
- London Calling *
- Johnny Clegg
- A Collection...
- Patsy Cline
- 12 Greatest Hits *
- Club 69
- Drama (single)
- Alright (single)
- Muscles (single)
- Bruce Cockburn
- Stealing Fire
- Coldplay
- Parachutes
- Phil Collins
- Hits
- John Coltrane
- A Love Supreme
- Sam Cooke
- Man and His Music *
- Cornershop
- When I was Born For the 7th Time
- Gal Costa
- Millenium Series
- Counting Crows
- August and Everything After
- Recovering the Satellites
- Cowboy Junkies
- Miles from Our Home
- The Trinity Session
- Lay it Down
- Deborah Cox
- Who Do U Love (single)
- Things Just Ain't the Same (single)
- Nobody's Supposed to be Here (single)
- Sentimental (single)
- The Cranberries
- The Hits
- Cream
- The Very Best of
- Creedence Clearwater Revival
- Chronicle *
- Chronicle, Vol. 2
- Crosby & Nash
- Wind On the Water
- David Crosby
- If Only I Could Remember My Name
- Oh Yes I Can
- Crosby, Stills & Nash
- 4 Way Street
- CSN
- Crosby, Stills, & Nash (box Set)
- Lia Crucett
- Disco De Oro
- Celia Cruz
- Grandes Exitos
- Mi Vida es Cantar
- Cubanismo!
- Malembe
- The Cure
- Staring at the Sea *
- Galore
- Daft Punk
- One More Time (single)
- Dario G
- Sunchyme (single)
- Dark Latin Groove
- Greatest Hits
- Miles Davis
- Kind of Blue
- Dead Can Dance
- Within the Realm of a Dying Sun
- The Serpent's Egg
- Aion
- Into the Labyrinth
- Toward the Within
- Deep Dish
- Stay Gold (single)
- Delaney & Bonnie
- The Best of
- Sandy Denny
- The Best of
- Depeche Mode
- It's no Good (single)
- Derek and the Dominos
- Layla *
- Jackie DeShannon
- The Best of
- Neil Diamond
- The Classics
- His 12 Greatest Hits
- Celine Dion
- It's all Coming Back to Me (single)
- My Heart Will Go On (remixes) (single)
- DJ Miko
- What's Up (single)
- Donovan
- Greatest Hits
- Doobie Brothers
- Best of the Doobies
- Doors
- The Doors
- Waiting for the Sun
- The Soft Parade
- Morrison Hotel *
- LA Woman
- The Best of
- In Concert
- Nick Drake
- An Introduction to Nick Drake *
- Duran Duran
- Decade
- Duran Duran
- Bob Dylan
- Blonde on Blonde *
- Greatest Hits, Vol. 1
- Greatest Hits Vol. 2
- Blood on the Tracks *
- Time Out of Mind
- Love and Theft
- Eagles
- Their Greatest Hits 71-75 *
- Greatest Hits, Vol. 2
- Earth, Wind & Fire
- The Best of, Vol. 1
- Electic Light Orchestra
- Greatest Hits
- Electronic
- Disappointed (single)
- Missy Elliott
- Sock It 2 Me (single)
- Enigma
- MCMXC a.D.
- Cross of Changes
- Enya
- Enya
- Watermark
- Shepherd Moons
- A Day Without Rain
- Erasure
- Pop!
- Breathe of Life (single)
- Always (single)
- Don't Say Your Love is Killing Me (single)
- Rain * (single)
- Gloria Estefan
- Party Time (single)
- Don't Let This Moment End (single)
- Eurythmics
- Greatest Hits
- Everything But The Girl
- Amplified Heart
- Walking Wounded
- Wrong (single)
- Fabulosos Cadillacs
- Vasos Vacios, Los Exitos 1985-1993
- 20 Exitos
- Fairport Convention
- Fairport Convention
- Unhalfbricking *
- What We Did On Our Holidays
- Liege and Lief
- Faithless
- Insomnia (single)
- Vicente Fernandez
- Historia de un Idolo
- Bryan Ferry
- Street Life
- Fifth Dimension
- Greatest Hits on Earth
- Find Young Cannibals
- The Finest
- Ella Fitzgerald
- The Best of the Songbooks *
- Fleetwood Mac
- Fleetwood Mac
- Rumours *
- Flying Burrito Brothers
- Farther Along, The Best of *
- Fool's Garden
- Lemon Tree (single)
- Fountains of Wayne
- Fountains of Wayne
- Four Tops
- Anthology
- Aretha Franklin
- 30 Greatest Hits
- Funkadelic
- One Nation Under a Groove
- Garbage
- Some Pirated Greatest Hits
- Stupid Girl (single)
- Charly Garcia
- Obras Cumbres
- Judy Garland
- Judy At Carnegie Hall
- Marvin Gaye
- What's Going On *
- Midnight Love
- Anthology
- Gloria Gaynor
- Greatest Hits
- Genesis
- Turn it on Again (Hits)
- Leon Gieco
- Coleccion Aniversario
- Gilberto Gil
- Millenium Series
- Joao Gilberto
- Millenium Series
- Gilda
- Disco de Oro *
- Gipsy Kings
- Gipsy Kings Live
- Gladys Knight & The Pips
- Imagination
- Anthology
- Go-Go's
- Best Of
- Grateful Dead
- Live/Dead
- Europe '72
- Skeletons From the Closet
- Macy Gray
- On How Life Is
- The Id
- Al Green
- Let's Stay Together
- I'm Still In Love With You
- Al Green Explores Your Mind
- Call Me *
- Guess Who
- Best Of
- Guns 'n Roses
- Appetite for Destruction
- Haddaway
- Haddaway
- Hanson
- mmmbop (single)
- Harajuku
- Phanthom Remixes '94 (single)
- On My Own (single)
- Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes
- The Best of
- Emmylou Harris
- Greatest Hits
- George Harrison
- All Things Must Pass
- Sophie B. Hawkins
- Damn, I wish I was Your Lover (single)
- Heart
- Dreamboat Annie
- Jimi Hendrix
- Axis: Bold As Love
- Electric Ladyland
- The Ultimate Experience
- Don Henley
- Building the Perfect Beast
- Heroes del Silencio
- Canciones 84-96
- Lauryn Hill
- The Miseducation of
- Billie Holiday
- The Quintessential, vol. IV
- Hollies
- Greatest Hits
- Buddy Holly
- Greatest Hits
- Whitney Houston
- Step by Step (single)
- It's Not Right but It's Okay (single)
- I Learned From the Best (single)
- My Love is Your Love (single)
- Julio Iglesias
- Agua Dulce, Agua Sala (single)
- Enrique Iglesias
- Enrique
- Ilya Kuraki
- Leche
- The Impressions
- Anthology *
- Incredible String Band
- Hangman's Beautiful Daughter
- La India
- Lo Nuevo y Sus Exitos
- Indigo Girls
- Indigo Girls
- Isley Brothers
- Isley Brothers Story vol 2
- Jackson 5
- 18 Greatest Hits
- Janet Jackson
- Together Again (single)
- I Get Lonley (single)
- Michael Jackson
- Thriller
- Your Are Not Alone (single)
- Nicole Jackson
- The First Time Ever... * (single)
- Rick James
- The Ultimate Collection
- Jamiroquai
- Space Cowboy (single)
- Jamiroquai
- Cosmic Girl (single)
- Virtual Insanity (single)
- Jefferson Airplane
- Volunteers
- Jewel
- Pieces of You
- Tom Jobim
- Millenium Series
- Billy Joel
- Greatest Hits vol. 1 & 2
- Elton John
- Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
- Love Songs
- Greatest Hits
- Greatest Hits, Vol. 2
- George Jones
- Super Hits
- Grace Jones
- Island Life
- Tom Jones
- Reload
- Janis Joplin
- Greatest Hits
- 18 Essential Songs
- Joy Division
- Substance
- King Crimson
- Larks' Toungues In Aspic
- Kinks
- Greatest Hits 64-66
- Something Else By
- Kink Kronikles *
- Come Dancing, Best of 77-86
- Patti LaBelle
- When You Talk About Love (single)
- k. d. lang
- Ingenue *
- Drag
- Live by Request
- Latin All Stars
- I Like it like that (single)
- Cyndi Lauper
- She's so Unusual
- Led Zepplin
- Led Zepplin (box set)
- Laura Lee
- Greatest Hits
- Legiao Urbana
- Mais do Mesmo
- John Lennon
- Shaved Fish
- Annie Lenox
- Diva
- Medusa
- Little Feat
- Dixie Chicken
- Little Richard
- The Essential...
- Livin' Joy
- Dreamer (single)
- Follow the Rules (single)
- Don't Stop Movin' (single)
- Louvin Brothers
- Tragic Songs of Life
- Lynyrd Skynyrd
- Their Greatest Hits
- Madonna
- Immaculate Collection *
- Ray of Light
- Music
- Secrets (single)
- You Must Love Me (single)
- Frozen (single)
- Mamas & The Papas
- 16 Greatest Hits
- Mana
- Unplugged *
- Todos sus Exitos
- Aimee Mann
- Magnolia Soundtrack
- Ultimate Collection
- Manfred Mann
- Greatest Hits 64-66
- Chapter Two
- Marcy Playground
- Sex and Candy (single)
- Bob Marley
- Legend
- Natural Mystic
- Natty Dread
- Billy Ray Martin
- Your Loving Arms (single)
- Ricky Martin
- Maria (single)
- Dave Mason
- Alone Together
- The Best Of
- Fortuna Mazal
- Fortuna Mazal
- Paul McCartney
- McCartney
- Unplugged
- Roger McGuinn
- Born to Rock n Roll
- Loreena McKennitt
- Mummer's Dance (single)
- Don McLean
- Best Of
- Men at Work
- Business as Usual
- Natalie Merchant
- Tigerlily
- Wonder (single)
- Live in New York City
- Metallica
- Metallica (Black Album)
- George Michael
- Fastlove (single)
- Robert Miles
- Children (single)
- Steve Miller
- Best of 68-73
- Mitch Ryder & The Detroit Wheels
- Rev Up: The Best of
- Joni Mitchell
- Blue *
- For the Roses
- Court & Spark *
- Hits
- Moby
- James Bond Theme (single)
- Modern Talking
- Greatest Hits
- Moody Blues
- To Our Childrens Childrens Children
- Seventh Sojourn
- Every Good Boy Deserves Favour
- Van Morrison
- Into the Music
- The Best of
- Mousse T vs. Hot 'n Juicy
- Horny (single)
- The Move
- Greatest Hits
- Billie Myers
- Kiss the Rian (single)
- Milton Nascimento
- Geraes
- Millenium Series
- Graham Nash
- Song For Beginners
- Willie Nelson
- Red Headed Stranger
- Stardust
- New Order
- Best of
- Substance
- Randy Newman
- 12 Songs
- Nirvana
- Nevermind
- Unplugged
- Los Nocheros
- Signos
- Nuyorican Soul
- Nuyorican Soul
- Oasis
- What's the Story (Morning Glory)?
- Billy Ocean
- Greatest Hits
- O'Jays
- Back Stabbers
- Olive
- You're Not Alone (single)
- OMC
- How Bizarre
- 100 Proof (Aged in Soul)
- Greatest
- Os Mutantes
- Millenium Series
- Outkast
- Aquemini
- Fito Paez
- El Amor Despues del Amor
- Gram Parsons
- GP/Grievous Angel *
- Dolly Parton
- The RCA Years 67-86
- Parton, Ronstadt, Harris
- Trio
- Paquita La del Barrio
- Exitos
- Chichi Peralta
- Pa' Otro La'o *
- De Vuelta al Barrio
- Luciano Pereyra
- Amaneciendo
- Recordandote
- Pet Shop Boys
- Discography
- Very
- Bilingual
- Nightlife
- Absolutely Fabulous (single)
- Se a Vida E (single)
- A Red Letter Day * (single)
- Somewhere (single)
- Tom Petty
- Into The Great Wide Open
- Greatest Hits
- Walls (single)
- Wilson Pickett
- The Best of
- Pimpinella
- Las Mejores 30 Canciones
- Pink Floyd
- Soundtrack from the Film More
- Ummagumma
- Obscured By Clouds
- Dark Side of the Moon *
- Wish You Were Here
- The Wall
- Pizzicato Five
- Happy Sad (single)
- The Platters
- Enchanted
- Police
- Message In a Box
- Porno for Pyros
- Pets (single)
- Portishead
- Sour Times (single)
- Portishead
- All Mine (single)
- Elvis Presley
- Elvis' Gold Records, Vol. 5
- The Pretenders
- Greatest Hits
- Prince Music from Purple Rain
- The Hits 1
- The Hits 2
- John Prine
- John Prine *
- Queen
- Greatest Hits
- Radiohead
- OK Computer
- The Rascals
- Greatest Hits
- Elis Regina
- Millenium Series
- R.E.M
- Murmur *
- Reckoning
- Life's Rich Pageant
- Out of Time
- Automatic for the People *
- E-Bow the Letter (single)
- Electrolite (single)
- Up
- Reveal
- Bonnie Raitt
- Longing In Their Hearts
- Real McCoy
- Another Night
- Red Hot Chili Peppers
- Some pirated collection of all their ballads
- Los Redondos
- Los Grandes Exitos
- Otis Redding
- The Very Best of, vol. 1 *
- The Very Best of, vol. 2
- Lou Reed
- Tranformer
- Reina
- Find Another Woman (single)
- Leann Rimes
- How Do I live (single)
- Jerry Rivera
- Grandes Exitos
- Robin S
- Show Me Love
- Rodrigo
- Los Mejores Temas
- Rolling Stones
- Through The Past Darkly *
- Exile on Main St.
- Diana Ross
- All The Great Hits
- Paulina Rubio
- Paulina Rubio
- Sandro
- Los 20 Exitos *
- Santana
- Greatest Hits
- Alejandro Sanz
- El Alma al Aire
- Sash!
- Encore une Fois (single)
- Stay (single)
- Savage Garden
- To the Moon and Back (single)
- Bob Seger
- Greatest Hits
- Seru Giran
- Oro
- Shakira
- Pies Descalzos
- Donde Estan Los Ladrones *
- Duncan Sheik
- Barely Breathing (single)
- Duncan Sheik
- Wishful Thinking (single)
- Simon & Garfunkle
- Sounds of Silence
- Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, & Thyme
- Bookends
- Bridge Over Troubled Water *
- Paul Simon
- Paul Simon
- There Goes Rhymin' Simon
- Still Crazy After All These Years
- Graceland *
- Negotiations and Love Songs
- The Rhythm of the Saints *
- Songs From the Capeman
- Frank Sinatra
- Songs for Swingin' Lovers *
- Only the Lonely *
- Classic Sinatra (Capitol Years)
- September of My Years
- Sly & Robbie
- Rhythym Killers
- Sly & The Family Stone
- Anthology *
- The Small Faces
- Anthology
- Patti Smith
- Horses
- The Smiths
- The Singles
- Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
- Anthology
- Soda Stereo
- Los 20 Exitos
- Soledad
- Yo si Quiero a mi Pais
- Sonny & Cher
- I Got You Babe (single)
- Mercedes Sosa
- 30 Años
- Alta Fidelidad
- Space Monkeys
- Sugar Cane (single)
- Phil Spector
- A Christmas Gift For You
- Back To Mono (1958-1969)
- Spice Girls
- Spice
- Say You'll Be There (single)
- Spice Up Your Life (single)
- Spin Doctors
- Pocketful of Kryptonite
- Spinetta
- Elija y Gana
- The Spinners
- A One of a kind Love Affair
- Dusty Springfield
- The Very Best
- Bruce Springsteen
- Tracks (Box Set)
- Greatest Hits
- St. Etiene
- Only Love Can Break Your Heart (single)
- He's on the Phone (single)
- Lisa Stansfied
- #1 Dance Hits (EP)
- Never Gonna Give You Up (single)
- Staple Singers
- Best of the Staple Singers
- Stardust
- Music Sounds Better With You (single)
- Ringo Starr
- Ringo
- Stars on 54
- If You Could Read My Mind (single)
- Steely Dan
- A Decade of Steely Dan
- Steppenwolf
- 16 Greatest Hits
- Rod Steward
- Mercury Anthology
- Ooh La La (single)
- Stephen Stills
- Stephen Stills
- Stephen Stills, Neil Young
- Long May You Run
- Sting
- Greatest Hits
- I'm so Happy... (single)
- Sublime
- Sublime
- Sugar Hill Gang
- Best of
- Sui Generis
- Los 20 Exitos *
- Donna Summer
- On the Radio
- Carry On * (single)
- The Supremes
- Antholgoy
- Talking Heads
- More Songs About Buildings And Food
- Sand In The Vaseline
- James Taylor
- Sweet Baby James
- The Temptations
- Anthology
- 10,000 Maniacs
- In My Tribe *
- Our Time in Eden
- You Happy Puppet (single)
- More Than This (single)
- Candy Everybody Wants (single)
- Few and Far Between (single)
- Thalia
- Amor a la Mexicana
- Arrasando
- Third Eye Blind
- Semi-Charmed Life (single)
- Richard and/or Linda Thompson
- Dreams Fly Away
- (Guitar, Vocal)
- I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight
- Shoot Out the Lights *
- TLC
- Waterfalls (single)
- No Scrubs (single)
- Toots and the Maytals
- Funky Kingston
- Tower of Power
- Tower of Power
- Traffic
- Mr. Fantasy
- Smiling Phases
- Ike & Tina Turner
- Greatest Hits
- U2
- Boy
- War
- Unforgettable Fire
- Joshua Tree *
- Best of 1980-1990
- Achtung Baby *
- Zooropa
- All That You Can't Leave Behind
- Where the Streets Have No Name (single)
- Staring at the Sun (single)
- Ultra Nate
- Free (single)
- Found a Cure (single)
- Suzanne Vega
- Solitude Standing
- Caetano Veloso
- Millenium Series
- Velvet Underground
- The Velvet Underground & Nico
- White LIght/White Heat
- Velvet Underground
- VU
- The Verve
- Bitter Sweet Symphony (single)
- Rufus Wainwright
- Poses
- Scott Walker
- No Regrets
- It's Raining Today
- Dionne Warwick
- Dionne Warwick Collection *
- Hidden Gems
- The Waterboys
- Fisherman's Blues
- White Town
- Women In Technology
- Barry White
- All-Time Greatest Hits
- The Who
- Live At Leeds (reissue) *
- Who's Next (reissue) *
- Who's Next *
- Thirty Years of Maximum R&B
- Wilco
- Being There
- Hank Williams
- 40 Greatest Hits
- Lucinda Williams
- Cars Wheels on a Gravel Road
- Brian Wilson
- I Wasn't Made For These Times
- Your Imagination (single)
- Jackie Wilson
- The Best of
- Wings
- Wing's Greatest
- Stevie Wonder
- Talking Book
- Music of My Mind
- Innervisions *
- Fulfillingnesss' First Finale
- Songs In the Key of Life
- Tammy Wynette
- Greatest Hits
- Yanni
- Dare To Dream(can you believe I own this?)
- Neil Young
- Neil Young
- Everybody Knows This is Nowhere
- Harvest
- Live Rust
- The Legacy of... (bootleg)
- Sleeps With Angels
- Mirror Ball
- Change Your Mind (single)
- FrankZappa
- We're Ony In it for the Money
- The Zombies
- Singles, A's & B's
- Compilations and Box Sets
- Beg, Scream, & Shout *
- Best of the Girl Groups
- Disco Years, Vol. 1 *
- Disco Years, Vol. 2
- Disco Years, Vol. 3
- Hot Soul Hits, 1974
- The Philly Soul Box Set
- Soul Hits of the 70s, Vol. 2
- Soul Hits of the 70s, Vol. 5
- Soul Hits of the 70s, Vol. 8
- Soul Hits of the 70s, Vol. 9
- Soul Hits of the 70s, Vol. 14
- Soul Hits of the 70s, Vol. 18
- Cassablanca Records Story
- Best Hits of the 60s
- #1 Hits of the 60s
- Billboard R'n R Hits 1966
- British Invasion vol. 7-9
- Born to Choose
- The Burt Bacharach Collection *
- Rock 'n Roll Instrumental Hits
- Fizz Pop Modern Rock
- Living in Oblivion, vol. 1-5
- New Wave Hits of the 80s, vol. 14
- New Wave Hits of the 80s, vol. 15
- VH-1 Big 80s
- Q 1998: The Best
- Dance Mix Classics
- Dance Mix USA, Vol. 3
- Mega Dance Mix '96
- JP Radio Hits (Brazil) *
- Radio Party (Arg.)
- Los 20 del Siglo XX (Rock Argentino)
- Soundtracks
- Songs from Almodovar
- Basquiat
- Batman & Robin
- The Full Monty
- Grace of My Heart
- O Brother, Where Art Thou
- Trainspotting
- Saturday Night Fever *
- When Pigs Fly
- Terminator 2
- New Jack City
- The Civil War
CLASSICAL
- Anonymous 4
- On Yoolis Night
- Anonymous 4
- Love's Illusion
- Hector Berlioz
- Symphonie Fantastique
- J.S. Bach
- Brandenburg Concertos
- Goldberg Variations (Glenn Gould)
- Cello Suits (Pablo Casals)
- Chopin
- Nocturs
- Claude Debussy
- Trois Images/La Mer
- Antonin Dvorak
- Symphony #9
- Philip Glass
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- Edvard Grieg
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- Soul of the Tango (Yo-Yo Ma)
- Best Tangos
- Stravinsky
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- Fantasia on a theme by Thomas Tallis *
- Symphonies 3 & 6
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- Various
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- Various
- 100 Masterpieces
More Adventures in Bolivia
October 1996 to August 1997 I spent traveling from California to Tierra del Fuego overland, by bus. Bolivia was probably the most interesting country and, at the very least, made for the best stories. Here is a letter I sent from an internet cafe once I arrived in Santiago Chile. While not as amazing as the Freddy Tour, my silver mine tour and really bad bus ride are interesting as well.
The Potosi Mine Tour
After La Paz and that infamous prison tour I wrote about in my last letter I headed south to Potosi. the city sits at the foot of a hill at over 13,000 feet, making it the highest city in the world. The chief attraction to Potosi, however is the hill behind it and the some 5,000 mines (mostly abandoned) bored into it. The hill has been mined since Incan times but it was the Spanish who turned it into a big time operation. The silver from the mines financed the Spanish crown for over two centuries and turned Potosi into the second largest city in the world during the 17th century.
While most of the silver is now gone, mining continues albeit on a small scale. it is possible to tour one of these small, cooperative mines and observe the working conditions which are straight out of Dickens.
Tour companies arrange for tourists to go inside the mines and have a look around.Our guide was a former miner who had studied Englished and switched over to the more lucrative (and safer) profession of tour-guide. Before going up the hill we stopped off at the miners market to buy gifts for the miners, things such as bottled water, cigarettes, coca leaves, and dynamite (the miners typically have to buy their own so it makes a very useful gift). We were also with a coat, hardhat, and a gas lamp. We also began chewing coca leaves as this is supposed to help with, among other things, claustrophobia. The mines are at nearly 14,000 feet so it is hard to breathe even when you are not in a shaft barely the diameter of your body.
The entrance to the mine was a simple hole in the side of the mountain about four feet in height and hidden behind a pile of junk ore. At the entrance sat several miners calmly chewing coca and looking in no hurry to begin their work. The miners chew prodigious amounts of coca leaf for the dual effects of warding off fatigue and hunger. It allows the miners to work monstrously long shifts.
Geronimo and I entered the mine and descended several levels, crawling thru passages about four to five feet high. After a few minutes of descent we met yet more miners resting and chewing coca. It was morning and Geronimo informed us that they had been working since the night before. There was a manager (an equity holder in the mine) and two hired assistants. they had dynamited a passage and were now extracting the ore, carrying it up four levels in 90 pound sacks on their backs. this was a good find. When a passageway is mediocre a manger will work it by himself with a pick ax, not wasting expensive dynamite.
Next in the tour I was lowered by Geronimo down a 90 foot shaft with nothing more than a rope tied around my waist. Geronimo followed me sliding down the rope (an old miners trick, no doubt). I was a little surprised by my courage but by this point in the tour I had been chewing coca for quite a while and my judgment was, to say the least, suspect. At the bottom of the shaft we encountered two miners, brothers aged 19 and 15 working in the place of their father, who had recently died. Most miners, I learned, retire by the age of 35 so strenuous is the work. Even so, miners typically do not live past the age of 50, dying from one of the many miners diseases. Still, for the poor, indigenous residents of Potosi it is one of the few ways to make a living.
As bad as the conditions are in the mines today they are a vast improvement over the past when the Spanish sent thousands of Indian slaves to their deaths in the mines. Today, at least, the miners have a stake in the profits of the mine (there are some 200 mines in operations, mostly very small scale) and can take rudimentary steps to insure their safety. Last year (only) 48 miners died in accidents.
On the day of my tour there was a special ceremony going on involving the slaughter of llamas to give thanks for a prosperous year. After our emergence from the stifling mine we witnessed the slaughter of several llamas, all slit by the throat. Later the miners cooked up the meat on a large grill and buried the entrails in a offering to mother earth.
Geronimo and I descended to a lower mine where they were already cooking up the meat and helped ourselves to some. A miner came to us and bragged that llama meat has the lowest fat and cholesterol of any red meat. It struck me as a little odd that miner who will probably die before sixty would know anything about fat and cholesterol.
The meat was not bad, I should add, altho nothing compared to alpaca, which is delicious.
The Worst Bus Ride
It goes without saying that by this point in my trip I have become quite accustomed to bus rides. If ever I had an aversion to long rides I have long since gotten over it. Up until Bolivia my worst ride was a night bus from Arequipa to Cuzco, in Peru. For 13 hours I was subjected to the coldest, bumpiest, and dustiest bus ride of my trip, all while sitting next to a very large man with precious little respect for my personal space.
All this was mere preparation a ride I took in Bolivia. Since Colombia I had been hearing stories about the horrid condition of buses and roads in Bolivia but for the most part I had been quite lucky. My luck, however, ran out when I had to take a bus from Tupiza to Uyuni on a road connecting two of the most isolated corners of the Andean highlands.
The bus left at noon and the nice woman in the ticket office told me the ride would last six hours. Despite what notions you may have of how Latin Americans keep time, estimates of this sort were usually pretty good. This time it was an utter lie. The bus never arrives in under 8 hours, I later learned. Even so, an 8 pm arrival would have been a blessing.
My first inkling that all would not go smoothly came about four hours into the trip, after two hours of crawling up a not so steep road at barely 10 mph. At 6pm we pulled into the small town that marked the halfway point on this otherwise desolate journey. That is halfway, distance-wise. I assured myself that surely the road would get better if we were to make it even close to our schedule. In fact the road got worse.
Within 10 miles of this town we had two flat tires, the second of which took well over an hour to change. When I heard the clanging of a swift hammer on metal, I knew it was not an ordinary flat. From then on every time we slowed down to navigate a rut, which was quite often, I feared we were stopping for yet another flat. My body tensed up in the fear that we would not even arrive that night. The road was deeply rutted with a washboard grating and the bus (whose shocks were long gone) vibrated with such intensity that items in the overhead bins shook loose and it seemed the entire bus would come flying apart at the bolts.
To avoid the washboard sections the driver often choose alternate routes along the side of the road. This got us into our next bit of trouble. An hour outside of our final destination the bus got bogged down in sand and we all had to get out and push. At first I just had to laugh at the turn of events but the laughs soon turned in shivers. It was a cold, cold night in the desert. We were at 13,000 feet and the sun had set long ago. The temperature must have been in the teens. Thanks to that nice woman in the ticket office, who led me to believe we would arrive by sunset, I had left all my warm clothes in my pack, now totally inaccessible on top of the bus.
It took us an hour to get out of the sand, going 2 meters at a time. The driver and his assitant would dig out the area just in front of the back wheels and place a couple of boards there. The driver would rev the engine and the bus would lurch forward, rolling over the boards and then immediately bogging down in the sand again. It was while watching this farse that I decided that this was my worst bus ride, by far. Still, I mused to myself, it was not nearly at bad as some of the horror stories I had heard about buses in Bolivia, which included having the wheel fall off and being stranded by a flooded river and waiting 12 hours for the water to go down.
By the time we arrived it was just past one in the morning. it had taken us over 13 hours to go just under 100 miles. I got my stuff and quickly found a hotel room. I undressed and, filthy, went to bed, trying and failing to get warm under the thin sheets.
The Potosi Mine Tour
After La Paz and that infamous prison tour I wrote about in my last letter I headed south to Potosi. the city sits at the foot of a hill at over 13,000 feet, making it the highest city in the world. The chief attraction to Potosi, however is the hill behind it and the some 5,000 mines (mostly abandoned) bored into it. The hill has been mined since Incan times but it was the Spanish who turned it into a big time operation. The silver from the mines financed the Spanish crown for over two centuries and turned Potosi into the second largest city in the world during the 17th century.
While most of the silver is now gone, mining continues albeit on a small scale. it is possible to tour one of these small, cooperative mines and observe the working conditions which are straight out of Dickens.
Tour companies arrange for tourists to go inside the mines and have a look around.Our guide was a former miner who had studied Englished and switched over to the more lucrative (and safer) profession of tour-guide. Before going up the hill we stopped off at the miners market to buy gifts for the miners, things such as bottled water, cigarettes, coca leaves, and dynamite (the miners typically have to buy their own so it makes a very useful gift). We were also with a coat, hardhat, and a gas lamp. We also began chewing coca leaves as this is supposed to help with, among other things, claustrophobia. The mines are at nearly 14,000 feet so it is hard to breathe even when you are not in a shaft barely the diameter of your body.
The entrance to the mine was a simple hole in the side of the mountain about four feet in height and hidden behind a pile of junk ore. At the entrance sat several miners calmly chewing coca and looking in no hurry to begin their work. The miners chew prodigious amounts of coca leaf for the dual effects of warding off fatigue and hunger. It allows the miners to work monstrously long shifts.
Geronimo and I entered the mine and descended several levels, crawling thru passages about four to five feet high. After a few minutes of descent we met yet more miners resting and chewing coca. It was morning and Geronimo informed us that they had been working since the night before. There was a manager (an equity holder in the mine) and two hired assistants. they had dynamited a passage and were now extracting the ore, carrying it up four levels in 90 pound sacks on their backs. this was a good find. When a passageway is mediocre a manger will work it by himself with a pick ax, not wasting expensive dynamite.
Next in the tour I was lowered by Geronimo down a 90 foot shaft with nothing more than a rope tied around my waist. Geronimo followed me sliding down the rope (an old miners trick, no doubt). I was a little surprised by my courage but by this point in the tour I had been chewing coca for quite a while and my judgment was, to say the least, suspect. At the bottom of the shaft we encountered two miners, brothers aged 19 and 15 working in the place of their father, who had recently died. Most miners, I learned, retire by the age of 35 so strenuous is the work. Even so, miners typically do not live past the age of 50, dying from one of the many miners diseases. Still, for the poor, indigenous residents of Potosi it is one of the few ways to make a living.
As bad as the conditions are in the mines today they are a vast improvement over the past when the Spanish sent thousands of Indian slaves to their deaths in the mines. Today, at least, the miners have a stake in the profits of the mine (there are some 200 mines in operations, mostly very small scale) and can take rudimentary steps to insure their safety. Last year (only) 48 miners died in accidents.
On the day of my tour there was a special ceremony going on involving the slaughter of llamas to give thanks for a prosperous year. After our emergence from the stifling mine we witnessed the slaughter of several llamas, all slit by the throat. Later the miners cooked up the meat on a large grill and buried the entrails in a offering to mother earth.
Geronimo and I descended to a lower mine where they were already cooking up the meat and helped ourselves to some. A miner came to us and bragged that llama meat has the lowest fat and cholesterol of any red meat. It struck me as a little odd that miner who will probably die before sixty would know anything about fat and cholesterol.
The meat was not bad, I should add, altho nothing compared to alpaca, which is delicious.
The Worst Bus Ride
It goes without saying that by this point in my trip I have become quite accustomed to bus rides. If ever I had an aversion to long rides I have long since gotten over it. Up until Bolivia my worst ride was a night bus from Arequipa to Cuzco, in Peru. For 13 hours I was subjected to the coldest, bumpiest, and dustiest bus ride of my trip, all while sitting next to a very large man with precious little respect for my personal space.
All this was mere preparation a ride I took in Bolivia. Since Colombia I had been hearing stories about the horrid condition of buses and roads in Bolivia but for the most part I had been quite lucky. My luck, however, ran out when I had to take a bus from Tupiza to Uyuni on a road connecting two of the most isolated corners of the Andean highlands.
The bus left at noon and the nice woman in the ticket office told me the ride would last six hours. Despite what notions you may have of how Latin Americans keep time, estimates of this sort were usually pretty good. This time it was an utter lie. The bus never arrives in under 8 hours, I later learned. Even so, an 8 pm arrival would have been a blessing.
My first inkling that all would not go smoothly came about four hours into the trip, after two hours of crawling up a not so steep road at barely 10 mph. At 6pm we pulled into the small town that marked the halfway point on this otherwise desolate journey. That is halfway, distance-wise. I assured myself that surely the road would get better if we were to make it even close to our schedule. In fact the road got worse.
Within 10 miles of this town we had two flat tires, the second of which took well over an hour to change. When I heard the clanging of a swift hammer on metal, I knew it was not an ordinary flat. From then on every time we slowed down to navigate a rut, which was quite often, I feared we were stopping for yet another flat. My body tensed up in the fear that we would not even arrive that night. The road was deeply rutted with a washboard grating and the bus (whose shocks were long gone) vibrated with such intensity that items in the overhead bins shook loose and it seemed the entire bus would come flying apart at the bolts.
To avoid the washboard sections the driver often choose alternate routes along the side of the road. This got us into our next bit of trouble. An hour outside of our final destination the bus got bogged down in sand and we all had to get out and push. At first I just had to laugh at the turn of events but the laughs soon turned in shivers. It was a cold, cold night in the desert. We were at 13,000 feet and the sun had set long ago. The temperature must have been in the teens. Thanks to that nice woman in the ticket office, who led me to believe we would arrive by sunset, I had left all my warm clothes in my pack, now totally inaccessible on top of the bus.
It took us an hour to get out of the sand, going 2 meters at a time. The driver and his assitant would dig out the area just in front of the back wheels and place a couple of boards there. The driver would rev the engine and the bus would lurch forward, rolling over the boards and then immediately bogging down in the sand again. It was while watching this farse that I decided that this was my worst bus ride, by far. Still, I mused to myself, it was not nearly at bad as some of the horror stories I had heard about buses in Bolivia, which included having the wheel fall off and being stranded by a flooded river and waiting 12 hours for the water to go down.
By the time we arrived it was just past one in the morning. it had taken us over 13 hours to go just under 100 miles. I got my stuff and quickly found a hotel room. I undressed and, filthy, went to bed, trying and failing to get warm under the thin sheets.
Adventures in Bolivia
October 1996 to August 1997 I spent traveling from California to Tierra del Fuego overland, by bus. Bolivia was probably the most interesting country and, at the very least, made for the best stories. Here is a letter I sent from an internet cafe in La Paz on May 16, 1997.
The best of these vingettes is the first, my tour of a Bolivian prison. It's followed by my ride on the Death Road and Skiing at 17,000 feet.
The Freddy Tour
Or my first acquaintance with the Bolivian penal system
I first heard about this tour from two American girls I met on last weekend's ski trip (which see). It is a tour of Bolivia's national prison given by the infamous (at least amongst travelers) Freddy, an inmate in the jail.
The National Penitentiary, as it is called, occupies one city block in the heart of La Paz. The main entrance faces a quiet tree lined square where children play and women sell gum and candies from kiosks. I walked up to the entrance with three other travelers. It was all hustle and bustle; guards searching visitors and checking their identification and prisoners on the other side of the gate waiting to see if anyone had arrived for them. Before we had much time to assess the situation a long-haired man standing on the prisonerÍs side of the gates called out, "I'm Freddy, it's OK, come with me." The guards briefly searched us, more concerned that we were not carrying any cameras than they were about drugs or weapons, took our passports (so they would know we weren't prisoners when we tried to leave) and let us in.
Once inside the man who had called out to us explained that his name was Ruben and that he was Freddy's assistant. It was his job to wait at the entrance and usher tourists into the jail. Freddy was busy with another tour but would be with us shortly, Ruben explained, so we could just sit and relax for a few moments. Ruben took our money, the price of the tour was 20 Bolivianos, or about four dollars. Freddy got to keep about half of this, the rest went to pay off the gaurds and his assistants.
Now that I had a few seconds to breathe I looked around the prison yard to gather some first impressions. First of all the place didn't look like a prison at all. The area where we sat looked more like the interior courtyard of a standard budget hotel (a little nicer, in fact). There were three floors with doors leading out onto a balcony. Each doorway was attractively painted white with a pine green trim. In the courtyard, where we sat, trees and shrubs were planted giving the place an almost park-like feel. Along the sides were kiosks selling candies and gum, just like one sees everywhere in Latin America. On the ground floor was a pool hall and a restaurant. The prisoners were all dressed in plainclothes and moved about with freedom. The only people in uniform were the guards who, aside from the entrance, were almost entirely nonexistent.
Freddy arrived and introduced himself. He was dressed in a red T-shirt, bluejeans, and a baseball cap emblazoned with the Nike logo. He started off telling us a little about the tour. He explained that we had nothing to worry about in terms of our safety. Freddy knew everyone at the prison and they all knew not to mess with him. He added that in the year he's been doing these tours nothing bad has happened, "until today" he said and smiled.
He began the tour with some explanation about life in the prison. The bottom line, he said, was money. With money a prisoner can have and do anything within the walls of the prison. For a price a prisoner can buy a nicer cell, have any kind of drug that exists, even bring his wife and kids into the prison to live with him (probably the oddest sight in the whole place was toddlers playing in the prison yard). And of course money can buy your freedom. "Your money is your justice," was a phrase oft repeated by Freddy during the tour.
The courtyard we were standing in was, what Freddy called, the five star section of the jail. It was here that the big drug dealers and traffickers lived. A cell in this section starts at $5000 and goes up from there. For this price a prisoner can get several bedrooms, satellite TV, even a Jacuzzi. When a prisoner enters the jail he is either assigned a cell in the bad section or giving an option to buy a nicer cell from an outgoing prisoner. At various points along the tour I saw 'for sale' signs tacked up outside of cells.
We left the courtyard and continued our tour. On the gate of the section we had just left was a sign with five stars on it and the name of the section, Los Pinos (The Pines).
Next up was the four star section. This section's yard had no trees and shrubs but was still nicer than some of the hotels I've stayed in on this trip. It was here that the assistants to the drugs lords; the chemists, and pilots lived. A cell here went for a minimum of $1000. In the corner was a restaurant serving rotisserie chicken.
The tour continued down thru the stars and into the prison's slums where, as Freddy put it, the dangerous motherfuckers lived. He told us that every year at least 20 people died in fights, mainly in the bad sections. The weapon of choice is a spear made from a sharpened steel rebar. Freddy recounted a couple of fights he had been in while a prisoner. He said it was not like the movies. It was best to kill your opponent with the first blow, no drama.
Presently we came upon a young and rather unkempt young man slouching in a doorway. Freddy walked up and kicked him a couple of times, hard, in the face and slung a long list of obscenities at him as he stumbled away. As he left away Freddy added a couple more kicks for good measure. Freddy turned to us and said, "That man is a junkie and he owes me money. If he does not pay me I will break his arm." During the tour Freddy's demeanor was friendly and courteous but I had no trouble believing that he could turn the bad motherfucker if need be.
Next we passed by the section where the prostitutes live. They, for the most part, are not prisoners, but they live in the prison because, presumably, business is so good. "Those bitches over there," Freddy said, "they are the ugly bitches. They cost 30 pesos. Over there, those are the good looking bitches. They cost 80." He seemed to like to use the word bitch. His surprisingly good English was peppered with obscenities, including the ubiquitous, "motherfucker. "
Next he led us into his cell, a cramped two floor cell in the three star section. Freddy paid $600 for where he lives. Here he talked a little about the crimes he had committed and what he was in for. A couple of years ago he was caught robbing a jewelry store and has been in jail since, altho, like most criminals in Bolivia, he's been involved in the cocaine trade. In fact, while we sat in his cell he offered us each some cocaine "98% pure" and only $3 a gram...almost as cheap as Colombia.
Freddy lives with his girlfriend, a Yugoslav woman he met on a tour about a year ago. She liked the drugs so much that she decided to stay, altho she is not a prisoner. Apparently the drugs inside the prison are the best and cheapest available in Bolivia. The girl works at night as a stripper, collecting tips and occasionally lifting the wallets out of her drunk customer's pockets. Freddy does quite well, all things considered. Through word of mouth this tour has become quite popular and he sometimes leads up to six tours a day of ten people each. Due to this income, and the money he gets from his girlfriend, Freddy saved up enough money to paid off the judge on his case. In less than a month Freddy will be released. $2000 was the price that bought his freedom. "Your money is your justice," he kept saying.
Our last stop on the tour was the section where they keep political prisoners (mostly terrorists and guerrillas rather than dissidents and activists). These were the only prisoners who could not pay off a judge to have their sentence shortened. The government turns a blind eye to most corruption but not any that actually might endanger their power.
And finally the tour was over. Already another group of tourists was waiting for Freddy. We stood at the gate while the guard looked for our passports (a tense moment) and we were free. Of course, the outside didn't seem all that different.
The Death Road
Later that same day I took a bus to Coroico, a small town about half way down to the Amazon basin from the highlands. The road from La Paz drops over 10,000 feet in less that 50 miles on its way down. The road is far from safe, in fact, in 1994 the World Bank declared it 'the world's most dangerous road.' Amongst tourists that route is known, affectionately, as the Death Road.
Last year there were 26 accidents on this road, all fatal. What makes the road so dangerous is that it is a single lane flanked on one side by cliffs that are almost sheer and drop down sometimes as much as 500 hundred feet. Guard rails are in a universe far, far away. The day I went I made sure I got to the bus station early so as to guarantee a seat on the driver's side. If I was going down the Death Road it wouldn't be with my eyes closed.
On this road, as opposed to all others on the continent, cars pass each other on the left side. There is some sense to this. The cliffs are on the left side (going down) and the driver is better able to see how close the wheels are to plunging off the edge. This can make for some tense moments when the bus has to pass oncoming traffic and the wheels are literally less than a foot from the edge. There were points on the journey when I would look out my window and see nothing but air for 500 feet below me.
When the dangerous section started an Argentine traveler in front of me turned around and said, "do you believe in God?" I was not scared, altho there were some tense moments. I tried to treat the ride as a roller coaster. Of course, I think that any country would shut down a roller coaster that caused over 100 fatalities a year. At several points on the road the track was literally cut into the cliff, sheer face above and below us. We passed *behind* several waterfalls.
At the road's more dangerous curves little crosses and shrines are sprinkled about, memorials to less fortunate souls who did not make it. I've heard these referred to as Bolivian caution signs. As we paused at the edge of the precipice I had plenty of time to read the names of those who did not make it. There was this one plaque with a star of David on it and written entirely in Hebrew, memorializing some Israeli travelers who had gone over the cliff. Nationals aren't the only ones who fall victim to the road. The plaque was dated February, '97.
I arrived in Coroico safely having enjoyed the ride but relieved that it was over. But as I stepped off the bus I realized there was only one way back to La Paz.
Skiing at 17,000 feet
The weekend before all of this I took a one day excursion out to Chacaltaya, a downhill ski resort about 20 miles outside of La Paz. Among the resorts many distinctions are being the only ski resort in the tropics and the highest downhill run in the world. Base elevation is at 17,000 feet.
At 8 am that morning I met a gathering group of travelers outside the offices of Club Andino Boliviano, where we met the bus that would take us up. After a few requisite stops for food purchasing and gas we were on our way up the steep and narrow 4wd track that led up to the ski lodge. At such an altitude I half expected to pass out upon standing up, but surprisingly, I felt fine.
After a few minutes standing around the lodge we began to rent our equipment. It was as bad as I had heard. My boots were from the early 80's, my skis from even before that. And they were in horrible condition. They ran out of equipment before everyone had a pair of skis and several people had to share. Finally, tho, most of us were all suited up and we skied down to the base of the lift.
The lift is a story in and of itself. Dating back to the resort's inception in 1939 the list is but a plain, unadorned cable run by a small diesel motor that can barely cope with the altitude. The method of going up is that of a poma tow, whereby we are dragged up the slope by the lift while leaning back on a disc or T-bar stuck between our legs. The trick with this lift, tho, is that the skier has to hook his or her own T-bar onto the cable which has no hooks and precious little friction. In the disclaimer they had us sign (This was the first and last disclaimer I ever had to sign in South America!) there was a sentence concerning the lift that I particularly like. It said, "Based on our experience it should not take you more than 12 times to learn how to use the lift."
I myself never managed to hook onto the cable even once. The first time I was helped by the staff and it was all I could do to keep the hook from slipping off as I rode up. I got to the top, happy that I had made it but sorry that I left my camera back down in the lodge. I skied down to get it. When I went back out I found that one of my bindings had slipped and my boot no longer fit. By now that altitude was really starting to get to me and I just couldn't muster the effort to get it fixed. I decided I had accomplished what I had came for--skiing a single run --and retired to the ski lodge.
The best of these vingettes is the first, my tour of a Bolivian prison. It's followed by my ride on the Death Road and Skiing at 17,000 feet.
The Freddy Tour
Or my first acquaintance with the Bolivian penal system
I first heard about this tour from two American girls I met on last weekend's ski trip (which see). It is a tour of Bolivia's national prison given by the infamous (at least amongst travelers) Freddy, an inmate in the jail.
The National Penitentiary, as it is called, occupies one city block in the heart of La Paz. The main entrance faces a quiet tree lined square where children play and women sell gum and candies from kiosks. I walked up to the entrance with three other travelers. It was all hustle and bustle; guards searching visitors and checking their identification and prisoners on the other side of the gate waiting to see if anyone had arrived for them. Before we had much time to assess the situation a long-haired man standing on the prisonerÍs side of the gates called out, "I'm Freddy, it's OK, come with me." The guards briefly searched us, more concerned that we were not carrying any cameras than they were about drugs or weapons, took our passports (so they would know we weren't prisoners when we tried to leave) and let us in.
Once inside the man who had called out to us explained that his name was Ruben and that he was Freddy's assistant. It was his job to wait at the entrance and usher tourists into the jail. Freddy was busy with another tour but would be with us shortly, Ruben explained, so we could just sit and relax for a few moments. Ruben took our money, the price of the tour was 20 Bolivianos, or about four dollars. Freddy got to keep about half of this, the rest went to pay off the gaurds and his assistants.
Now that I had a few seconds to breathe I looked around the prison yard to gather some first impressions. First of all the place didn't look like a prison at all. The area where we sat looked more like the interior courtyard of a standard budget hotel (a little nicer, in fact). There were three floors with doors leading out onto a balcony. Each doorway was attractively painted white with a pine green trim. In the courtyard, where we sat, trees and shrubs were planted giving the place an almost park-like feel. Along the sides were kiosks selling candies and gum, just like one sees everywhere in Latin America. On the ground floor was a pool hall and a restaurant. The prisoners were all dressed in plainclothes and moved about with freedom. The only people in uniform were the guards who, aside from the entrance, were almost entirely nonexistent.
Freddy arrived and introduced himself. He was dressed in a red T-shirt, bluejeans, and a baseball cap emblazoned with the Nike logo. He started off telling us a little about the tour. He explained that we had nothing to worry about in terms of our safety. Freddy knew everyone at the prison and they all knew not to mess with him. He added that in the year he's been doing these tours nothing bad has happened, "until today" he said and smiled.
He began the tour with some explanation about life in the prison. The bottom line, he said, was money. With money a prisoner can have and do anything within the walls of the prison. For a price a prisoner can buy a nicer cell, have any kind of drug that exists, even bring his wife and kids into the prison to live with him (probably the oddest sight in the whole place was toddlers playing in the prison yard). And of course money can buy your freedom. "Your money is your justice," was a phrase oft repeated by Freddy during the tour.
The courtyard we were standing in was, what Freddy called, the five star section of the jail. It was here that the big drug dealers and traffickers lived. A cell in this section starts at $5000 and goes up from there. For this price a prisoner can get several bedrooms, satellite TV, even a Jacuzzi. When a prisoner enters the jail he is either assigned a cell in the bad section or giving an option to buy a nicer cell from an outgoing prisoner. At various points along the tour I saw 'for sale' signs tacked up outside of cells.
We left the courtyard and continued our tour. On the gate of the section we had just left was a sign with five stars on it and the name of the section, Los Pinos (The Pines).
Next up was the four star section. This section's yard had no trees and shrubs but was still nicer than some of the hotels I've stayed in on this trip. It was here that the assistants to the drugs lords; the chemists, and pilots lived. A cell here went for a minimum of $1000. In the corner was a restaurant serving rotisserie chicken.
The tour continued down thru the stars and into the prison's slums where, as Freddy put it, the dangerous motherfuckers lived. He told us that every year at least 20 people died in fights, mainly in the bad sections. The weapon of choice is a spear made from a sharpened steel rebar. Freddy recounted a couple of fights he had been in while a prisoner. He said it was not like the movies. It was best to kill your opponent with the first blow, no drama.
Presently we came upon a young and rather unkempt young man slouching in a doorway. Freddy walked up and kicked him a couple of times, hard, in the face and slung a long list of obscenities at him as he stumbled away. As he left away Freddy added a couple more kicks for good measure. Freddy turned to us and said, "That man is a junkie and he owes me money. If he does not pay me I will break his arm." During the tour Freddy's demeanor was friendly and courteous but I had no trouble believing that he could turn the bad motherfucker if need be.
Next we passed by the section where the prostitutes live. They, for the most part, are not prisoners, but they live in the prison because, presumably, business is so good. "Those bitches over there," Freddy said, "they are the ugly bitches. They cost 30 pesos. Over there, those are the good looking bitches. They cost 80." He seemed to like to use the word bitch. His surprisingly good English was peppered with obscenities, including the ubiquitous, "motherfucker. "
Next he led us into his cell, a cramped two floor cell in the three star section. Freddy paid $600 for where he lives. Here he talked a little about the crimes he had committed and what he was in for. A couple of years ago he was caught robbing a jewelry store and has been in jail since, altho, like most criminals in Bolivia, he's been involved in the cocaine trade. In fact, while we sat in his cell he offered us each some cocaine "98% pure" and only $3 a gram...almost as cheap as Colombia.
Freddy lives with his girlfriend, a Yugoslav woman he met on a tour about a year ago. She liked the drugs so much that she decided to stay, altho she is not a prisoner. Apparently the drugs inside the prison are the best and cheapest available in Bolivia. The girl works at night as a stripper, collecting tips and occasionally lifting the wallets out of her drunk customer's pockets. Freddy does quite well, all things considered. Through word of mouth this tour has become quite popular and he sometimes leads up to six tours a day of ten people each. Due to this income, and the money he gets from his girlfriend, Freddy saved up enough money to paid off the judge on his case. In less than a month Freddy will be released. $2000 was the price that bought his freedom. "Your money is your justice," he kept saying.
Our last stop on the tour was the section where they keep political prisoners (mostly terrorists and guerrillas rather than dissidents and activists). These were the only prisoners who could not pay off a judge to have their sentence shortened. The government turns a blind eye to most corruption but not any that actually might endanger their power.
And finally the tour was over. Already another group of tourists was waiting for Freddy. We stood at the gate while the guard looked for our passports (a tense moment) and we were free. Of course, the outside didn't seem all that different.
The Death Road
Later that same day I took a bus to Coroico, a small town about half way down to the Amazon basin from the highlands. The road from La Paz drops over 10,000 feet in less that 50 miles on its way down. The road is far from safe, in fact, in 1994 the World Bank declared it 'the world's most dangerous road.' Amongst tourists that route is known, affectionately, as the Death Road.
Last year there were 26 accidents on this road, all fatal. What makes the road so dangerous is that it is a single lane flanked on one side by cliffs that are almost sheer and drop down sometimes as much as 500 hundred feet. Guard rails are in a universe far, far away. The day I went I made sure I got to the bus station early so as to guarantee a seat on the driver's side. If I was going down the Death Road it wouldn't be with my eyes closed.
On this road, as opposed to all others on the continent, cars pass each other on the left side. There is some sense to this. The cliffs are on the left side (going down) and the driver is better able to see how close the wheels are to plunging off the edge. This can make for some tense moments when the bus has to pass oncoming traffic and the wheels are literally less than a foot from the edge. There were points on the journey when I would look out my window and see nothing but air for 500 feet below me.
When the dangerous section started an Argentine traveler in front of me turned around and said, "do you believe in God?" I was not scared, altho there were some tense moments. I tried to treat the ride as a roller coaster. Of course, I think that any country would shut down a roller coaster that caused over 100 fatalities a year. At several points on the road the track was literally cut into the cliff, sheer face above and below us. We passed *behind* several waterfalls.
At the road's more dangerous curves little crosses and shrines are sprinkled about, memorials to less fortunate souls who did not make it. I've heard these referred to as Bolivian caution signs. As we paused at the edge of the precipice I had plenty of time to read the names of those who did not make it. There was this one plaque with a star of David on it and written entirely in Hebrew, memorializing some Israeli travelers who had gone over the cliff. Nationals aren't the only ones who fall victim to the road. The plaque was dated February, '97.
I arrived in Coroico safely having enjoyed the ride but relieved that it was over. But as I stepped off the bus I realized there was only one way back to La Paz.
Skiing at 17,000 feet
The weekend before all of this I took a one day excursion out to Chacaltaya, a downhill ski resort about 20 miles outside of La Paz. Among the resorts many distinctions are being the only ski resort in the tropics and the highest downhill run in the world. Base elevation is at 17,000 feet.
At 8 am that morning I met a gathering group of travelers outside the offices of Club Andino Boliviano, where we met the bus that would take us up. After a few requisite stops for food purchasing and gas we were on our way up the steep and narrow 4wd track that led up to the ski lodge. At such an altitude I half expected to pass out upon standing up, but surprisingly, I felt fine.
After a few minutes standing around the lodge we began to rent our equipment. It was as bad as I had heard. My boots were from the early 80's, my skis from even before that. And they were in horrible condition. They ran out of equipment before everyone had a pair of skis and several people had to share. Finally, tho, most of us were all suited up and we skied down to the base of the lift.
The lift is a story in and of itself. Dating back to the resort's inception in 1939 the list is but a plain, unadorned cable run by a small diesel motor that can barely cope with the altitude. The method of going up is that of a poma tow, whereby we are dragged up the slope by the lift while leaning back on a disc or T-bar stuck between our legs. The trick with this lift, tho, is that the skier has to hook his or her own T-bar onto the cable which has no hooks and precious little friction. In the disclaimer they had us sign (This was the first and last disclaimer I ever had to sign in South America!) there was a sentence concerning the lift that I particularly like. It said, "Based on our experience it should not take you more than 12 times to learn how to use the lift."
I myself never managed to hook onto the cable even once. The first time I was helped by the staff and it was all I could do to keep the hook from slipping off as I rode up. I got to the top, happy that I had made it but sorry that I left my camera back down in the lodge. I skied down to get it. When I went back out I found that one of my bindings had slipped and my boot no longer fit. By now that altitude was really starting to get to me and I just couldn't muster the effort to get it fixed. I decided I had accomplished what I had came for--skiing a single run --and retired to the ski lodge.
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