Panamerican Peaks Project

Link to Bolivia photo album

Back to Rides page.

SPOT track of last week’s ride from Uyuni to Patacamaya (near La Paz):

Bolivia Ride and Salar de Uyuni

Share your Adventures with SpotAdventures

Detailed Notes

Uyuni to Oruro

Sunday, May 2

Restday with Daytrip by Jeep to the Salar de Uyuni;
Crossing the Salar from Colchani in the SE to the Volcan Thunupa in the N and back to the Isla Incahuasi in the center of the Salar. Wonderful views from the Isla with its 1000+ yr old and 10m tall cactus trees. Back across the Salar chasing our own shadow until sunset.

Monday, May 3

Uyuni to Salar

78km / 18604km; 6.3h / 1038h; 0m

I get up at 8am and have breakfast again at my hostel. Then I start
packing and also buy water and a few things to eat. Since I don’t know where I’m going to end up for the day I pack a total of 10l water and
Coke – don’t want to run dry too quickly! I also get some more cash as
the next couple of days will be fairly remote.
I leave around 9:45 and follow the same road out North to Colchani
which we took yesterday. It’s better to cycle on than I thought; after
1.5 hrs I stop in Colchani for some chicken soup for lunch. Then it’s
on to the Salar: First about 5km to the West to where they collect
salt and shovel it onto trucks who bring it away. Then I turn North
heading towards the volcano Thunupa in the far distance. I follow some tire tracks to have a bit smoother surface. Initially that works well,
but after a while those tire tracks fan out in different directions
and I need to decide which tracks to follow. The surface of the salt
differs; it ranges from fairly smooth and dry to bumpy and wet. I also
have some headwind to deal with, so my speed is only between 10-14km/h.
Then I see another rider to my right and our paths converge. It
turns out to be a local who rides to his workplace out on the Salar
where he is cutting salt blocks! His single speed bike is very
different from mine and he has his salt cutting tools strapped all
over the bike. He is quasi mummified in a hat and shawl as
protection from the intense sun. I think rarely did two cyclists meet
who were more different than the two of us today!
The tracks end at a little shack in the middle of nowhere; this
reminds me of ice-fishing huts on frozen lakes in Minnesota in the
winter. I cut diagonally NW across the salt in hopes to connect with
some tracks again. This is slow going and bumpy, but soon I am
following some well-defined tracks again. I stop every 1.5 hrs or so
to re-apply sunscreen and lip balm for protection, as well as to drink some Coke and eat a snack. The volcano hardly appears to get any closer.
Soon I am surrounded by many km of white salt in every direction. It
is a great scenery to be in the midst of, somewhat unique in these
dimensions! At 4pm I realize that I won’t make it to the other side
before sunset; however, I want to camp out on the Salar anyway. So I decide to ride until 5:30pm, a 1/2 hr before sunset. At that time I
stop and set up my tent for the night. I send my SPOT-Ok messgae and take many pictures of the sunset with its gorgeous colors. Then I eat some bread, cheese, nuts, fruit and cookies for dinner. After eating I transfer all new photos to my laptop, back them up to the SD-card and external harddisk and watch them on the computer screen. In the
meantime it got dark and there us a fantastic night sky opening up
overhead: I can see the Milky Way and the Magellan clouds very
clearly; there is no artificial light out here whatsoever. In fact,
other than one small light on the Northern horizon there is no sign,
sight or sound of human presence at all. I am in complete solitude out
here and there is no sound whatsoever – total silence!
I brush my teeth and type these notes. Into the sleeping bag by 8pm as it gets pretty hcold out here. What a great place to spend a night!

Tuesday, May 4

Salar to Cajhuata

67km / 18672km; 6.6h / 1045h; 150m

I get up at 7:30 with the sun shining brightly on my tent. It’s still
cold outside – overnight it was -3C in the tent – but the intense sun
is warming up the morning air quickly. I eat a small breakfast and
then pack away my tent. At 8:45 I start riding. Like yesterday I
continue cycling on the white salt with nothing much to look at,
except the surrounding mountains in the distance. At one point I see a
dozen Flamingos flying in my direction across the Salar, a beautiful
sight. Then I notice a black object in the distance and follow the
tire tracks towards it. Turns out it is a truck tire marking one exit off the Salar. Since I’m not sure whether I can leave the Salar further North I take this track to exit here.
Now I’m off the Salar and can clean my bike a bit from the salt; but the track isn’t much better; in fact, there are many sections ahead with
deep sand which I can’t ride on; I need to push the bike many times
today. My first pueblo is Sajsi; there are some folks there working on
the Quinoa harvest. This region is famous for growing Quinoa; I have
never seen before how the plants grow and how the harvest process
works. So this is quite educational. I also buy some Coke and inquire
about food. I also inquire about the road ahead and get various
answers for direction and distance. The road is pretty bad, at one
time across a saddle and down over big rocks. And more deep sand,
crossing rivers, very slow going. I reach a small village called
Candilaria de Biluyo. There is some festival going on and I am invited
for lunch. I am treated to soup and a big plate with quinoa, potatoes,
salad and meat. When I ask what I owe them they just shake their heads and say I’m invited! Very friendly folks, they even insist I drink a
glass of the local Huari beer!
With full stomach I continue around 3pm; but prior to leaving I use
the water of the village fountain to wash more salt off my bike. Then I
continue across some grassy flats; a few days ago you probably
couldn’t have passed here as the rain turned everything into mud. Now, however, this stretch is actually quite good. Unfortunately the road
I’m following turns way West, and it is a very bad road with lots of
sand. I actually crash twice today, and once I fall on my back such
that it hurts when I continue riding! This road is also very bad for
the equipment and I am concerned how much more of this beating my bike can take.
I reach a little place called Challuma around 5:20pm and consider
stopping there (as they have a soccer field with flat grass). I decide
to continue a bit more as now the road improves slightly. I cross a small saddle around a little peak and reach another village called Cajhuata.
Luckily there are a few flat grassy spots so I can set up my tent as
it gets dark. A few friendly folks approach me and we chat. After I’m
done setting up my tent they invite me to their house which also has a little shop for basic groceries in it. I unpack my remaining food and
we share with some of our joint food for dinner. Into the sleeping bag by 8:30pm.

Wednesday, May 5

Cajhuata to Huari

115km / 18787km; 7.75h / 1053h; 500m

Two things keep me going these last two days: Plenty of food, and plenty of rest. Last night on the Salar was exceptionally quiet; not so this night, with the village dogs barking in concert every 2 hrs or so and then they start a truck at 4:15am to warm up it’s Diesel engine (which also caused a slight exhaust smell in my tent even though more than 50m away). Just before dawn I measure -8C in the tent. After sunrise at 7:10am it warms up quickly, though. Half of the village people come out to check out the tent. They greet me with: “Buen Dia. Frio?” I guess not too many tourist, much less cyclists pass through this little place, much less sleep right there in a tent!
For breakfast one man even brings me hot coffee out to the tent, and I am invited since last night at Roger’s little place. After a second
cup of coffee I pack away the rent and start riding around 9am. First
I need to get to Tambo-Tambillo onto the main road to the East. I was
told that it’s only 10km, but I know that distance estimates vary a
lot. Turns out it’s 25km and I need all morning to get there. At first
the road is a little better and unlike yesterday I can roll along with
similarity to actual cycling. But then the main road is in very bad
shape and reduces my speed and shakes and rattles everything! I crawl towards Tambo-Tambillo and have a short break for a snack. Right after this village the road climbs up 100m over a ridge. It’s very hot and borderline unrideable with all the rocks and sand on the road. There is a great view of the altiplano and some snowcapped peaks on the horizon, but my morale to cycle on such poor roads is now at a low.
Just when I needed a break from the bad road there is a newly built
track on the downhill, some of it even freshly paved! I cruise down at
50km/h, giddy with the sudden smooth ride and speed! Of course this doesn’t last long, and sections of new constructed track mix with the old gravel track. Generally the new track isn’t opened up for traffic yet, but cyclists can push their bikes up and down the embankment and enjoy the smooth track. Many times one has to get around obstacles such as unfinished bridges or hill cutouts, but it’s still a great boost for
morale and average speed.
After several hours of this I cross a river which actually has a bit
of running water in it: It is the Marquez river feeding the Lago Poopó
to the North. Shortly thereafter the road climbs up to the hilltop
village of Quillacas – probably the nicest pueblo I have seen these
last couple of days with sweeping views of the surrounding altiplano.
I now have 2hrs of daylight left, with somewhere around 35km to go.
Luckily the new road continues so I can maintain a speed around 20km/
h. One can already see Huari at the base of a tall mountain to the
East (Cerro Azanaques, 5012m), but it still seems like a long ways
away. While very beautiful, it’s now a race against time and sunset.
From road construction workers I get information about the remaining
distance and figure I’ll be at most 5km away from Huari at sunset.
Some more photos of the long bike shadow, the warm colors of the hills and the sunset behind Lago Poopó. Then a stop to take off my
sunglasses and put on an extra long-sleeved jersey. Another 3km and
I’m in Huari! I quickly find a very small and basic Hostel;
unfortunately without shower. This surprises me as I thought at the
base of the mountain they should have water. After all, there is the
famous beer brewery here in Huari and they need lots of water…
Anyway, too late and cold to do much about it, I order two dinners in
a row, each a vegetable soup plus a plate with rice, potatoe, egg,
salad and a piece of meat. At 10 Bolivianos ($1.30) this must be the
cheapest dinner of my entire trip, so even double dinner doesn’t break
the bank here. Lastly, going for a short walk, but everywhere I ask I
get the same answer: No Internet in Huari! (I was hoping to get online
again after now 3 days off the grid!) typing these notes and to bed by
9pm.

Thursday, May 6

Huari to Poopó

80km / 18869km; 4.25h / 1057h; 75m

Due to the distances to the next towns and the city of Oruro I decide
to take it a bit easier today. After a breakfast at the “Alojamiento”
I take the time to thoroughly clean my bike. I rinse off a white-brown
layer of salt and mud from bike and trailer. Then I clean and
lubricate the chain. I also tighten some screws which loosened as a
result of the bumpy roads. Needless to say that the bike rides much
smoother after this overhaul
At 10:30 I start the ride in shorts as it is warm enough with the
intense sun from a cloudless sky. What a delight to ride on a paved
road again! And with shoulder and little traffic, no less! Finally I
can watch the scenery instead of focusing intently on the next few
meters to avoid the next rock, pothole or sand trap; cycling is fun
again and I greatly enjoy this mostly flat part.
After just 12km I reach Chalapata, a slightly bigger town than Huari.
Perhaps they have Internet access here? And at last, I find an
Internet place – after 4 days off the grid, so to speak. I spend the
next 2 hrs reading and sending email, updating my Blog and creating a
new SPOT tracking page for the Bolivia ride. While my loved ones know
from the SPOT where I am, it still feels good to send them email how
I’m doing and also hear from them again.
At 2pm I continue as I still have about 70km to ride. It’s nice
temperature and sunny, I’d say near perfect cycling weather. Perfect
would have been with the wind from the South (tailwind) instead of the West (side). But today I’m not in a hurry, so I can stop along the
way, take photos and just take in the altiplano scenery. The yellow
and brown colors of fall and harvest season are everywhere. And it’s
so much nicer to have the blue sky and intense sun as compared to,
say, the non-stop rain at the Carreterra Austral…
At 5:20pm I reach Poopó, my goal for the day. At first sight not a
very nice place, with mining operations going on, right next to some
ruins as tourist attraction. I get to a central intersection, park my
bike and sit down in the last 15min of sunshine to enjoy some cookies
and water. Right along the streets are several vendors of food for
dinner – fish, Llama meat, chicken – I decide for the latter which
looks the best. Again, the food is so good and my appetite so strong
that I order two dinner plates in a row – struggling to finish the
second, even bigger serving. Then I’m invited to Coke by some locals
who join me in the little dinner shack – a very nice gesture of these
curious and friendly folks.
I am told there are hot springs and thermal baths in this village; a
hot bath would serve me well after several days without shower…
Unfortunately the baths are all closed for the night, so I have to
wait until tomorrow morning. Since at the only alojamiento there is
nobody answering the door I ride around a bit to pass the time and
maybe try later. I come by a police station and the two guards are
curious about my bike so we talk for a while. Then they spontaneously
invite me to stay in their building for the night; just like with the
firefighters in Nicaragua and Panama… So I pitch my inner tent on the floor on the first floor of the police station in Poopó – certainly feeling
safe at this place.

Friday, May 7 – 1 year after the start of my trip!

Poopó to Oruro

59km / 18928km; 3.3h / 1061h; 75m

Mostly flat distance, unfortunately 15km/h straight on headwind! At
25km I pause at Machacamarca in the shade of a large tree. 20km prior to Oruro I meet Leo, a cyclist from Quebec who is just patching a hole
in his tube. He is heading South towards Patagonia and also towards
winter! We chat for a little while and then part ways.
Oruro’s first impression is that it’s a dusty, stinky place where
people drive aggressively. Perhaps it would have been better if not
approaching from downwind, but I got a lot of bad industrial smells
cycling into town. Taking a room at Hotel Monarch – need a hot shower and a clean room for a change!
The second impression of Oruro is different: lots and lots of people
crowding the streets, little shops spilling their ware out in the
streets, cars and minibuses laboring through all this – reminds me of
the Munich Oktoberfest in a way. Central plaza with church and modern buildings, quite the contrast. At last, Oruro makes a more favorable
impression…

Saturday, May 8

Rest Day in Oruro

Sunday, May 9

Oruro to Patacamaya

129km / 19057km; 7.2h / 1068h; 800m

I get up around 7am for a hot shower and (disappointing) breakfast. I
want to start riding early as it’s going to be a long day, buy not too
early as it still quite cold in the mornings. So I leave the Hotel
Monarch in Oruro around 8:30am.
First I have to deal with 4km of cobblestones on the Avenida La Paz,
whose name indicates where it’s heading. Traffic is moderate, the air
is still quite cool in the shade, and soon I reach a golden monument
marking the end of town. Beyond that are long, flat straight roads
sections leading North across the altiplano. Unfortunately I have
headwind again, just like coming into Oruro. This will make the day
probably 1 hr longer and harder to ride. I stop briefly at 20km for a
drink. At 38km I reach the town of Caracollo, where the main road from Cochabamba to the East comes in. Funny detail: About 500m before the town is a sign stating Caracollo 37km! This sign belongs to the end of Oruro, some 37km further South! I stop for brunch; due to the small
breakfast I am quite hungry already. Again, a really decent two-course
meal for under $2.
I buy some mandarines at a local market sprawling next to the road.
Then the next 20km or so are pretty tough: headwind and slightly
uphill, a bad combination that makes for frustratingly slow speed.
Perhaps it’s also the altitude of up to 3800m and the full stomach. If
only I was going the other way, downhill with tailwind – well, one can
always dream! Then the road levels off a bit and at 70km I reach the
village of Panduro. I stop for Coke and mandarines. Also, I spread out
the contents of my little daypack which got wet at the last stop, when I put the backpack on top of a barrel of water; turns out it was not a
solid top, but full of dirty water which I mistook to be a metal top… definitely one of the Duh moments!
Beautiful sweeping views of the altiplano and the road ahead, but also
somewhat increased traffic. After the break I continue to ride over
some hills and unfortunately into the wind. Often I find myself doing
the calculation in my head what minimum average speed I need to ride
to get to my goal by sunset. It’s not quite as tight today as it was
back towards Huari, but I also hardly take any more breaks so as to
not run out of time in the end. In Sica Sica I decide to go all the
way to Patacamaya as it’s less than 20km remaining and the latter
seems like a bigger village, hence a better chance to get a decent
hostel and Internet access. I do stop one more time when I can see
Nevado Sajama on the Western horizon. Despite being about 150km away one can clearly see how this volcano rises above the landscape. At the end there is some downhill and I get to Patacamaya by about 5:40pm, 20min prior to sunset. This gives me time to search for accomodations.
The first two are a bit too Spartan for me, too small and more like a
dungeon than a room. Third time works the charm – well, maybe not
charming, bit at least a room with a window and a bit more space. I
bring my bike inside the courtyard and change into my street cloths.
Unfortunately no shower and still no laundry facilities. High time I
get to La Paz and can wash my cloths! I get Internet access and spend almost two hours online. Then I eat some chicken at a small food shack, no different from others I have had many times. But this time
it will have very bad consequences…

Monday, May 10

Patacamaya to La Paz

(by bus as I’m very sick toy stomach and too weak to ride today)

Tuesday, May 18

La Paz to Huatajata

90km / 19153km; 6h / 1074h; 850m

After getting up early (6:30am) and shower and shave I have breakfast from 7-7:30am. I want to get an early start as the beginning will be tough and I don’t want to run out of time at the end at Lake Titicaca. I roll out of the Hostal and have to navigate some steep cobblestone streets. Due to the metal cleats on my bike sandals I slip on the cobblestones and feel like running on ice with tennis shoes – completely inadequate! After 1 km or so I connect with the main autopista, which now goes 12 km uphill to El Alto – some 400m vertical. Thankfully it is cool, so at least I’m not sweating like crazy. But the air is often extremely bad due to the Diesel trucks and buses competing with little mopeds as to who can create the most stink. These 12 km have to be among the most unhealthy ever – similar to climbing up to Guatemala City. At times the air is so bad that I need to stop and catch my breath and wait for the Diesel smog to disappear. Some sections are about 5%, the average gradient is 3%. It’s hard, but after 1.5 hrs I reach the top and take several nice photos of the big city below with the high Cordillera peaks behind. Ok, that first part is done!

El Alto isn’t exactly a scenic place. In my German bike book they don’t mince words when they describe it as follows: “El Alto ist ein lautes, stinkendes Dreckloch, das man am besten schnell wieder verlaesst.” Ok, so that’s what I’m trying to do, but first I need to buy some Coke, as I hadn’t bought anything below so as not to have to haul it up – I was very thirsty, borderline dried up. The next 15km or so are slight downhill so the bike is rolling comfortably again. Then finally out of the city and a bit less traffic. Also beautiful views of the Cordillera Real to the East with impressively steep and icy peaks. Unfortunately headwind again, just like the last 3 days I had been riding on the altiplano, always wind from NW! This part of my trip would have definitely been easier going the other way, North to South.

Then at 50km I stop at a little place called Palcoco (I don’t remember exactly). I roll to the small plaza with nice colored church building and the people there look at me as if I just landed from the moon. Dozens of kids and adults surround me and my bike as I’m eating a snack and drinking. I also need to apply sunscreen, as the intense sun can easily be underestimated with the cool air and wind. Amazing, so many people, always the same questions…

I continue to Huarina (75km) and from there heading more W towards my goal, Huatajata (90km). Near Huarina I can see Lake Titicaca for the first time – it is beautiful, the deep blue water contrasting against the yellow fields (harvest time). Also there are some Eucalyptus trees and a very clear air – it all reminds me a lot of our day-trip from Puno to Isla Taquile. I pause to take pictures quite a bit. Unfortunately on this section I start to cough a lot – perhaps a result of the bad air I inhaled during the morning climb. I hope this cough won’t stay with me for long.

Then I reach Huatajata at 4pm with plenty of daylight left. The first stop is at a museum of a Bolivian reed boat builder, Paulino Esteban. This old man (now 79 yrs old) shows me the museum and proudly displays various artifacts. Among others, he had built reed boats for Thor Heyerdahl and constructed the boats for the RA I and II expeditions as well as several others. Some of the National Geographic articles he displays go back to 1971, almost 40 years, when he was half as old! Pretty impressive! One of his sons takes a photo of me on my bike with Paulino against the backdrop of a huge reed boat they have constructed which will be picked up later this week and trucked to the coast at Arica, Chile.

After this impressive visit I look for places to stay. I roll back and forth as there is no well-defined village center – just spread along the lake shore. I stop to check out the highest Yacht club in the world, but unfortunately it’s closed. Then I find a little restaurant / hostel with a nice dining hall right by the lake. There I check out the rooms (so so) but then am offered to camp right on a small grass place next to the restaurant. This place is ideal: Away from the road so passing traffic can’t see me; in a private compound with fences, so safe by night; right by the lake shore, with birds and small waves being the sounds of nature to lull you asleep. And all for under $3 the night!

Then I order a trout for dinner and go buy some groceries in the meantime. When the trout is served, I unfortunately begin with the salad and overlook a very hot orange pepper in the tomato salad; that thing burned my tongue and caused me to sweat for 10 min during which I couldn’t appreciate the meal. Only towards the end could I taste the trout again, very yummy!

All the while there is a beautiful color display going on outside my window with sunset over Lake Titicaca, it’s a spectacular place, but I’m the only guest, almost spooky so quiet. After dinner I sit for a while and type these notes. They show me where the light switch is and hand me a lock to close the place down once I finish and am ready – very trusting folks.

I’m quite happy with this day – a bit shorter than I thought, but hard nonetheless (more than 6 hrs for a bit more than 90kms), and with a very nice ending. Lake Titicaca is really beautiful, just as I had expected and hoped for.

Wednesday, May 19

Huatajata to Copacabana

67km / 19220km; 4.5h / 1079h; 1000m

Drying up tent which had a lot of moisture and a bit of ice on it.
Breakfast at the same dining hall with beautiful views of the lake.
Start riding at 10am. Quite warm in the sun. First significant hill
(200m) prior to Tiquina. There sweeping views of the Lake with
Cordillera Real in the distance.
Rolling onto a barge at 12:00pm noon just as they are about to leave
with a truck on board. Nice crossing, while eating a snack and taking
pictures. Some rest on the other side, then continue with climb of
maybe 200m. From here almost level road, with panoramic views of both sides of the Lake. This I think is the most scenic stretch of road
anywhere on my entire project, just gorgeous. I stop frequently to
take pictures and just enjoy being here.
After a first little pass at 4055m some downhill, but then another big
climb up to 4251m – my new personal highpoint with the bike. Long
descent towards Copacabana, with more photo stops.
Check in to Hostal Sonia and then explore Copacabana by foot.
Cathedral and the Calvario hill for sunset views and photos. Back down
for Internet and then Tuna salad and Pizza. Good night rest of 9hrs.

Thursday, May 20

Copacabana to Puno, Peru

139km / 19359km; 7.5h / 1086h; 900m

What a day! I just got to Puno, after 140km, a very long day, crossing from Bolivia to Peru and riding along Lake Titicaca for a while. In the beginning riding was nice; lots of harvesting going on along the Lake shores, sweeping views East across the Lake, good road and moderate traffic, even slight tailwind! Things turned worse after Llave (50km prior to Puno): There was a 25km construction area with gravel on top of a rough surface (and passing trucks sending the gravel flying), and due to limited daylight I couldn’t take a break for the last 3-4 hrs or so. Then there were some thunderstorms in the area and I was concerned I would get rained on. Once about 25km before Puno I got some raindrops, but the main cloud was over the mountains, so I was lucky. Then I got to within 5 km of Puno and it got really dark and low black clouds. I could see the bay of Puno already. Riding around the bay to the town center would have been another 5km or so. Then a thunderstorm let loose, with stormy winds blasting all kinds of dust and dirt in my face; riding the last 2 km was extremely cold and hard. It was about to start raining heavily, when I noticed a large building on the left – a 4-star Hotel (Jose Antonio). To seek shelter from the starting cold rain I moved in there with my bike. Those people were stunned – they had not seen a bike like this before, much less a biker in these weather conditions. So they allowed me in and moments later it started raining very heavily – I was so lucky to get here dry! At the reception I think they took pity on me. First they mentioned a room rate of $100, which was about half of what they had on their price sheet. I said – still exhausted and trying to catch my breath – that I had’t spent that much for all of last week in Bolivia. Then she checked in the back and came back with an offer for $70 / night, which I accepted. This is pure luxury here, with Internet in the room, very nice bathroom, big towels and all toiletries, two double beds, and a view across the entire bay which is just stunning. I just took a much needed hot shower – I had gotten really cold in the push to get here through this weather. Now I warmed up and life is good again.

Links:

Blog: http://tlausser.com/blog
Website: http://www.panamericanpeaks.com
Peaks: http://tlausser.com/blog/peaks
Rides: http://tlausser.com/blog/rides
Twitter: http://twitter.com/tlausser
Photos: http://picasaweb.google.com/tlausserPicasa
Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/tlausser
Donations: http://www.firstgiving.com/tlausser