The bus driver told me I could get off and walk to the airport. The only problem was it meant walking along a busy highway for miles. Was it even legal?? I don't know. Oh and then I flew to a country where I could not breathe.
South America has a reputation for danger and violence. And so whilst on my short stay in Bolivia I decided to take a cable car up to El Alto which is a part of La Paz known by locals as a place for theft and violence.
When I order a taxi I don't want much. I don't need a fancy car or even decent music. What I do expect however is that the driver will at least know where he is going.
Whilst in Boliva I thought it would be fun to go and check out a village somewhere and meet some locals. I randomly chose a place on the map called Patamanta.
After being kicked out of the Bolivian village a few days before I decided I had to return and try to visit a village home again, but this time I had switched things up that would help me...A tweed jacket and briefcase.
It was my last day in Bolivia and there was one thing that had been playing on my mind...what exactly was in the village beyond the church that I had been warned to stay away from? There was only one way to find out.
