29 August 2011

Breathtaking Bolivia


I spent three days in the back of a jeep driving through the highlands of southern Bolivia. The scenery was breathtaking if not a little barren. . . 

From strange rock formations:


To small dusty towns:




A windy valley nearly 15,000 feet high!

I'm Unable to Stand up Straight With the Wind!


A cactus-filled island with cacti that are hundreds of years old – several are over a thousand years old!


Who Says a Cactus Can't be Cuddly?


From a beautiful high-altitude lake made pink by the presence of minerals:



To geysers smelling of sulfur and shooting out a never-ending stream of steam.




I also enjoyed the local wildlife: llamas are never hard to find in these parts.


And I was surprised to learn that the three species of South American flamingoes fly to these icy mountains to breed. Seeing flamingoes standing in the ice and snow was a stark contrast to the images of flamingoes on beaches under palm trees!

26 August 2011

There's Silver in Them There Hills!

In southern Bolivia, near the present-day town of Potosi, on April 1, 1545, the Spanish discovered silver in “them there hills!” The largest hill was quickly named “Cerro Rico” (rich hill), a town was founded nearby, and the Spanish began to excavate.


Spain built their colonial mint in Potosi and coins were minted as soon as the precious metal was removed from the mountain. The town continued to grow due to the nearby wealth and by the early 1600’s Potosi was the largest city in the Americas with over 200,000 people!

Of course, all of this wealth came at a price. The Spanish initially used indigenous slaves to mine the silver. In 1572, the Spanish passed a law that all slaves must work in 12 hour shifts. They would spend 4 months underground in the mines: eating, sleeping, and working in the mines. It’s no surprise that many died due to the unsafe working conditions or from silicosis pneumonia due to the mineral dust in the air. In order to maintain their work force, the Spanish began to import African slaves. Sadly, in 3 centuries of colonial rule (from 1545 to 1825), over 8 million African and indigenous Bolivians died in Potosi extracting silver for the Spanish.


By the 1800’s most of the silver had been extracted from the Cerro Rico and the population of Potosi decreased to about 10,000 people.

Today, Potosi and its mines paint a different picture. There is very little silver remaining but tin, zinc, lead, and other minerals have been found in the surrounding hills. The local miners have formed cooperatives – working together in small groups in the mines and sharing the profits from any metals or minerals found. Unfortunately, the conditions have not drastically changed since the colonial period. Safety standards are hit or miss with low ceilings, steep muddy passageways, noxious chemicals (silica, arsenic, acetylene vapors, and asbestos) and mineral dust. The mines currently have over 5 levels due to over 500 years of use and depending on which level is being worked temperatures range from below freezing to 115°F.


Sadly, many of the miners die from silicosis pneumonia within 15 years of starting work in the mines. (Although I’m happy to report that I spent time with one man, Miguel, who has safely worked in the mines for over 34 years.) Many of the cooperatives allow miners to retire when they have lost 50% of their lung capacity and the cooperative gives incapacitated miners the equivalent of about $15/month.



The miners are proud of their work. All of the extraction is done by hand, since they are financing their work themselves. In general, the miners work from 6am to 5pm 6 days per week and, on Saturdays, bring their weeks’ work to the local mineral companies to make their weeks’ wage, which is barely enough to put food on the table. But they show up each day hoping to find “the big one” – some leftover silver that would bring a huge profit!



While in Potosi, I took a tour of one of the mines with an ex-miner as my guide.


Interestingly, it wasn’t until recently that women were allowed in the mines. In Bolivia, Pachamama (Mother Earth) is highly respected and keeping her happy is a top priority. The miners believe that Pachamama becomes jealous when other women are in the mines and, when she is jealous, accidents can happen underground.  Fortunately for me, now only miners wives are believed to invoke Pachamama’s jealousy.


On the way into the mine, the miners stop to make an offering to Tata Kaj’chu. He’s basically a representation of the devil (since the underground is his domain) but he’s called an “uncle ” and its his minerals they are taking. The miners give him offerings of coca, cigarettes, alcohol and other things to request his protection from danger while they’re underground.


Bolivia is 95% Catholic, but prayers and offerings to Jesus are only made when they are out of the mine and can again see daylight.

Once in the mine on my tour, I tried my hand at mining (I’m getting good with a pick axe – see my earlier blog about a salt mine: http://bothsidesnowblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/grain-of-salt.html). And I was even given live dynamite although I was a bit nervous handling this!


16 August 2011

WWE: Bolivian Style


Sitting about 1600 feet above and looking down on La Paz, Bolivia, is the city of El Alto.

El Alto was once a suburb of La Paz, but the population of El Alto has now surpassed that of La Paz and it is the fastest growing city in Bolivia. Interestingly, El Alto began as the more affordable suburb of La Paz where most of the rural indigenous people moved during the urbanization trend which began in the 1950’s and the population continued to swell from there.  As a result, El Alto is the largest city in all of Latin America with a primarily indigenous population – 76% Aymara, 9% Quechua, 15% Mestizo, and less than .1% descendents of European settlers. 

Since the population of El Alto tends to have more traditional influences, I was intrigued to learn about Cholitas Wrestling.

Every Sunday night, in a gymnasium in El Alto, a few hundred locals gather to watch the Bolivian version of WWE. Although tourists attend, the vast majority of the crowd is locals – men, women, and children.

Technically, the word “Cholita” comes from the word chola which is the Aymara word for a person of both Indian and Spanish descent. However, nowadays a cholo or chola refers to anyone with indigenous blood.

The night I attended, there were about 6 matches and each one began with the wrestlers entering the arena to “Eye of the Tiger” – it certainly set the mood! The costumes were great fun as was watching the (sometimes poorly) choreographed head butts and throws.




 It was especially fun when the ref would get involved as part of the match!

But the real highlight of Cholitas wrestling is the women. Dressed in traditional Andean clothes (complete with several layers of skirts, wool socks, and sweaters), they enter the ring to wrestle the costumed men or other “cholitas.”








Although the American-style entertainment influences were obvious, the Bolivian sensibilities still shone through. Whenever one of the women would land on the mat without her skirt fully covering her upper thighs, her opponent would pause in the “very heated” moment to move her skirt to a more respectable position. Charming! 





11 August 2011

Brush with Death

Northeast of La Paz is a 43 mile road, the North Yungas Road, which has been christened (by the Inter-American Development Bank) as the “World’s Most Dangerous Road” or “Death Road” due to the number of deaths along the road annually.


The road is dangerous because of the sharp turns and the fact that it winds along the mountainside with sheer cliffs (nearly 2000 feet!) on one side.

An average of 26 vehicles per year have gone over the edge in the past 30 years. The worst road accident in Bolivia occurred here when a bus with more than 100 passengers went over the edge in 1983. The road, in parts, is only 10 feet wide so these accidents often happen as vehicles (going in opposite directions) pass.

The scenery along the road is unbelievable. The ride starts at nearly 15,500 feet and descends to 3,500 feet in less than 40 miles. At the top, waterfalls are frozen, by the bottom, it’s hot and humid as you progress from a mountain environment to the rainforest where the road ends.

The Death Road was recently featured on MSN as one of the 12 craziest drives in the world: http://www.bing.com/travel/content/search?q=Crazy+Drives%3a+North+Yungas+Road%2c+Bolivia&FORM=TRSSPG.

In 1990, this road was opened for tourists who wanted to ride mountain bikes down Death Road. In the last 21 years, 33 tourists have died on this bike ride – the most recent incident was in early June 2011.

In March 2007, a new (wider and paved) road was built connecting the northern jungle to La Paz. Since that time, the number of accidents has decreased dramatically! But the old, narrow, gravel road remains and is now primarily used for those tourists who want to bike down the Road of Death! To my great surprise, I am one of those tourists!

It was a bit scary in parts – the loose gravel always makes me a bit nervous. But the views were amazing! And, I try to always live by the policy of Eleanor Roosevelt: Do One Thing Each Day that Scares You. For today, I sure did!