viernes, 30 de septiembre de 2011

Bolivia - from La Paz to the Salar de Uyuni and into Bolivia' s wild southwest

To the Salar de Uyuni


La Paz - Tholar - Caracolla - Oruro - Challapata - ? - Salinas de Garci Mendoza - Salar de Uyuni - ? - San Juan de Rosario

07.09. - 20.09.

(76 - 125 - 39 - 125 - 84 - 74 - 58 - 76 - 41 km)

In La Paz we had to decide on our further route in Bolivia; the Salar de Uyuni, the wold' s biggest salt flat was a must-see, and since the southwest of Bolivia was full of volcanoes, lagoons, high-altitiude deserts (which are really cold at night), flamencos, but with almost no traffic and villages, we chose this adventure. And I was fed up with Bolivian truck traffic and Bolivian school kids laughing at us. So - vamos into the wild; into the region I would love most of our voyage. Whose friendly inhabitants would change my image of this country. And, despite the cold and bad roads, I' m going to be sad to leave for Chile.

From Challapata on we weren' t cycling on paved road anymore; and for me who was used to thepaved Panamericana, it was hard to get used to sand, stones, some pushing, much of vibration, frustration, small speeds and the fear that the rack would break under the high weight of our baggages, the food and water. Plus a village each 2 days, but the non-existence of traffic, open-air camping with fire (only the first night after Challapata, because there was no wind between the sand dunes) and the great landscape compensated these problems of the beginning.

From Challapata on riding towards the Salar de Uyuni we approached the Volcano Thunupa, until we circled it when entering the Salar. As villages were scarce in this area, we had to camp several times until San Juan at the south of the Salar. And the nights are really cold in this area: as we have no thermometer, we made the "bottle test" every morning: most times the water outside the tent was half frozen, and inside the tent liquid. For exception of the Salar, where the temperatures remained over 0; nevertheless, there we passed most cold, and we suppose it' s because of the humidity of the salt flat. Even though the cold was supportable, we wished to have some warmer sleeping bags and tried to avoid outdoor camping at more than 4000m. From San Juan it was easy to find "refugios" or hotels to sleep in, as there are more than 30 jeeps full of tourists passing Bolivia' s southwest every day. And these 4x4 were also a big aid to ask for the right way. And every two days we could fill up our water bottles, not to speak of hth pityful tourists offering you water.
But first we arrived in the big city of Oruro. As it's a mining city, just as Potosi, we went to a visit to the mines of San Jose.

terrible traffic between La Paz and Oruro; and the trucks don' t care about leaving much space to us cyclists

the two Basques, Nacho and Idoia, with whom we rode together "in convoi" from La Paz to Challapata

"el Tio", the miners' god, needs offerings of Coca (small green leaves), alkohol and tobacco each time you enter the mine
in the mine of Oruro - the air was quite thick although we were on "level zero"

day 1 (15.09.) : From Chalapata on the traffic was really agreeable, and until Quillacas we had the paved road almost only for us. At the moment we arrived in Quillacas, there was a fiesta for the village' s saint, and as for all fiestas of this type, the village was busy drinking beer and dancing. When I arrived there, completely tired and sweated after the steep dumpy road, I had to drink one beer to the saint, and the people were very frienly there. Afterwards we did some kilometers more until we found some nice sand dunes for camping. This was where we could heat ourselves by a nice little fire and could enjoy the milky way, the cross of the South and millions of other stars of the giant sky above us.


our first camping spot in the dunes, after Quillacas

lots of llamas of all colours
day 2 (16.09.) : This second day we would be long and difficult, and in the last light of day we arrived in Salinas, a village much nicer than its first appeaerance. We could have arrived easier if we hadn' t got lost on the Salar: as the washboard road was terrible, with millions of little hills which make your bike and yourself jump up and down each 30cm, and we saw the northeast part of the Salar on our left, we decided to take the easier way on the Salar Which indeed was great to advance on the huge white surface; but which cost us more than 10km extra, because we didn' t know where to leave the Salar for arriving at Salinas. Nevertheless we saw many Vicuñas on the salt flat, in front of the Volcan Thunupa.

bumpy road...


passing the Salar and Volcan Thunupa before Salinas, day 2

day 3 (17.09.): We planned to enter the Salar in Jirira, and the way to Jirira contained a terrible 4 km uphill with so many stones that make the bike jump left and right on the narrow serpentines In Jirira we met a Quinoa farmer who is responsible to sell the Quinoa prodeuced int he region to lots of different "bio" or ecological labels in Italia, France, England and more He told us that scientist found out, that if humanity had to depend on only one basic food, it would be - you can guess - Quinoa. Because it has high contents of vitamins, minerals, proteins and prevents 25 diseases, including cancer. All in all the wonder nutriment.  And he the farmer' s  fathers, grandfathers and so on, have reched ages above 100 years. We saw him planting the Quinoa, a really remakable plant, as it' s the only growong at this rough conditions, in altitude, cold and salty soil. So we left Jirira for the Salar with the thought that we should have added some packs of Quinoa to our provosions.
Cycling on the Salar is "liberté toujours", the only problem is to have a fixed mark which you are heading for, as there are no marked paths.  On top of that there are plenty of  islands on the Salar, so that it' s not easy to identify the right one. So we headed the whole day for one island in the distance, which we supposed to be Isla Incahuasi, until we finally put our tents on the Salar. But during the nigt we remarked that this island could not be Isla Incahusi, so we had to change the direction for the next day and had done 20km extra on the Salar.


on the Salar, with volcano Thunupa in the background



just the Salar and us - we could here every car passing in 20km distance

sunset on the Salar
day 4 (18.09.):  The Salar de Uyuni is really an extraordinary place, a big white surface made of Lithium salts, which are really salty; this we experienced  riding over wet surfaces, completely covered with salt after that day, and the salt burning in the eyes and on the lips. And the surface of the Salar is really heterogen: some parts are as hard as salt "asphalt", others are coverd by the famous polygonal pattern whose limits are quite bumpy. And in the southern end the surface migt be covered by millions of 10cm-salt-crystals or be sandy and soft so that we needed to push, although the end of the Salar seemed sooooo near.
But first we arrived at he Isla Incahuasi, the most touristic of all, with plenty of hundreds-of-years-old cactuses and with stones of coral origen. Indeed, the islands had been coral reefs a long time ago, covered by a giant ocean. When this ocean evaporated, it left behind all the Salars you can find in this region. There we filled up our water, bread and biscuits and ate lunch with a French family, travelling with a caravan, which we had repeatedly met the last 3 days ( it 's good to know that a caravan is not necessarily faster than us cyclists on these bad roads).
From Isla Incahuasi we just wanted to avoid spending another night on the cold Salar (even though the sunset and the sky at night are magnificient), but as the southern edge was difficult to cycle, we had to put up our tents somewhere in a field, ready for quinoa seeding, before Colcha K.

heading towards the real Isla Incahuasi on the Salar


Isla Incahuasi, with cactuses nearly 1000 years old (they grow 1cm per year)

day 5 + 6 (19.09. + 20.09.):
In our description in this part till San Juan it was supposed to be difficult to find the right way. Indeed, there were lots of different paths  leading in all directions, but the tourist jeeps overtaking us not only left us in big dust clouds, but also told us the right way. The bigger problem was the deep sand in some parts, and pushing a bike is no fun if it' s charged with 22 kg of baggage plus 5kg of water...
Once in San Juan, we had one day of rest, being calm, relaxing, washing our clothes and bikes (full of salt) and fill up our food provisions. There we also ate llama meat for our first time, and lots of Quinoa soup. Only finding bread was a challenge, as half the village, including all men, women and children and the bread bakers, were on the fields seeding Quinoa.


our provisions for Bolivia' s southwest - from San Juan on there were no fruits or vegetables available






Into the wild - Bolivia' s magnificent southwest

San Juan - ? - ? - Laguna Hedionda - Hotel del Desierto - Refugio Laguna Colorada -
Laguna Chalviri - Refugio Laguna Blanca - San Pedro de Atacama (Chile) 
 
21.09. - 29.09.2011

(58 - 48 - 29 - 40 - 48 - 60 - 45 - 70 km)



after having crossed the Salar de Chuguani (background), the road goes up in serpentines (day 7)
From San Juan on, we had 50 flat kilometers, passing the Salat de Chiguana. Afterwards we left the 3700m above sea level for the rest of Bolivia and climbed a difficult, stony and serpentine track.


day 8+9 : The next day we arrived at the "international road" to Alota, a dream of street with strong tailwind. Unfortunately, our route description, made by cyclists, had one error, which we realized almost 20km too late: we had missed the exit direction to the 5 lagunas Cañapa, hedionda & Co. So we had to return and due to the enormously strong wind blowing against us, we arrived at laguna Hedionda the following day...so from now on always always ask for the way...
Volcan Ollague in Chile - we cycle south near to the border; Ollague is active, see the smoke on the left

Laguna Hedionda, one of the first lagoons; and as the name implies, it stinks a bit


Flamencos in the Laguna Hedionda
Arriving at Laguna Hedionda I already perceived a bad smell, and Juan told me "hedionda" means stinking..Despite of that and the strong wind, I really loved this light-blue lagoon, with the noise of a big flamingo colony. In Laguna Hedionda we slept in the "Ecolodge Los Flamencos" in the guides' dorm, but in the evening we had our dinner in front of a comfortable, interior fireside.

day 10: For me, my first time at 4700m, and also the hardest day of all. Above 4600m I had some respiration problems and had to make a break every 5 minutes because of slow respiration and fast fatigue. On top of that we were captured by a narrow canyon during a big part of the uphill to that pass, with needing to cross a small river every some meters, with ice and snow formations on both sides and no idea where we actually were (because of the canyon walls). We saw a "Viscacha" there, a rodent which looks for me like a big grey Chinchilla; but I have no idea what this animal is eating there.
After the 4700m we rode downhill to arrive at the "Hotel del Desierto", where we were received very friendly, slept in a dorm with 6 guides and had the best breakfast ever. A wonderful place to arrive at after complete exhaustion.
washbord surface on the road: extremely uncomfortable when pedaling
day 11: 10km after the hotel del Desierto the road improved significantly, which was due to the fact that we had entered the Parque Nacional Eduardo Alvaroa. And as every tourist needs to pay admission there, they could invest in "de-sanding" the roads. We were crossing the Siloli desert that day, but it was not necessarily sandier than before, with rocks in the sesert and high mountains on both sides. The "highlight" of that desert is the " Arbol de Piedra", one of many rocks in the desert, but which is formed to a "tree" by wind and erosion.

in the Siloli desert


the Arbol de Piedra in the Siloli desert - fortunately the road was not too sandy

After picnicing beside the Arbol, we went downhill towards Laguna Colorada ( also called "Laguna Roja"), a lagoon which had been on the list to vote for the 7 new world wonders. Let' see if it is so special.
the Laguna Colorada - much wind in the afternoon on the red-coloured water

in the bachground the refugio Laguna Colorada, where we stayed one pause day

flamencos in the Laguna Colorada; I wonder why they persist in these rough conditions
day 12: Rest day in the Refugio Laguna Colorada. During the day we made some walks alongside the lagoon and watched the numerous flamingos. The lagoon is not deeper than 50cm, I suppose, as the flamingos are walking through all parts of the lagoon, with their long thin legs, filtering algae (the lagoon' s colour is due to red algae) and diatomeae from the salty water. The flamingos there belong to 3 different species, beside plenty of other birds.

day 13: We had been afraid of climbing the 4926m pass, which we did this day, but all in all it was easier than we had thought, and, funnily enough, I had no respiration problems at all. And there, on a 10km-long plateau at 4900m, we were feeling like on the top of the world, surrounded by all the snow-capped mountains; it was a really great view and we felt as if everything was possible. And thereafter the descent to Laguna Chalviri.
ice or snow fields at 4900m; fortunately they were already melting...


feeling like on the top of the world: at 4926m


Laguna Chalviri with the thermal bath left to the small house: a wonderful bath at more than 30 degrees after a hard day...
day 14: From Laguna Chalviri, where we friendly owner let us sleep on the floor of the warm restaurant, we had to traverse another mountain ridge and the so-called Desierto de Dali. To arrive at the two inter-connected Laguna Blanca (the water has the colour of milk when there is wind) and Laguna Verde (you can guess the colour;)).

Laguna Blanca, the last of the lagoons
day 15: Goodbye, Bolivia!!! From Refugio Laguna Blanca to the border and then downhill towards San Pedro de Atacama.

in Chile: Lamas in front of Volkan Licancabur

dashing downhill into the desert of Atacama: from 4600m to 2300m in 40km...


Crossing the Chilean border was sad, whith all the spectacular mountains in our back and whith more than 2000 altimeters downhill into a moon-like desertic landscape. The driest desert, Atacama, where it is really hot on midday despite its 2300 m above sea level. And into a country that on first gaze seems like Europe: the prices, the people, modern, arrogant when speaking about the poorer neighbours Bolivia and Peru, and macho. Welcome to San Pedro the Atacama!

the church of San Pedro de Atacama

After one week in San Pedro, doing tours into the Valle de la Luna and others, tomorrow we continue cycling towards the Chilean coast, to Antofagasta. And we' ll stand up early these days, for the desert heat at midday.


jueves, 8 de septiembre de 2011

Zum Titicacasee - Adios, Peru!


Titicacasee

28.08. - 07.09.2011

Cusco - Urcos - Sicuani - Santa Rosa - Pucara - Puno - Juli - Copacabana (Bolivia) - Batallas - La Paz
  
(51 - 98 - 70 - 78 - 111 - 85 - 65 - 95 - 65 km )


Von Cusco aus ging es gen Osten durch das « Heilige Tal », das Valle Sagrado, in dem kein Quadratmeter ungenutzt bleibt; fuer Landwirtschaft, Weideland fuer Tausende Kuehe und Doerfer. An dem Rio Vilcanota aufwaerts fahrend, reiht sich ein Dorf an das andere, rechts und links immer Haeuser.  Der besagte Fluss kommt vom Titicacasee, und wir werden ihn im Altiplano wieder sehen, nach dem Pass Abra La Raya.
Im Valle Sagrado uebernachten wir im kleinen Urcos und im groesseren Sicuani. Danach ruft wieder der Berg, bzw der Pass und von Sicuani aus windet sich die Panamericana nach und nach aus dem Valle Sagrado heraus. Nach 40km kommen wir am Abra La Raya an und posieren fuer ein Foto mit dem Passschild, 4338m, genauso wie zahlreiche stolz posierende Bustouristen, und geniessen die Aussicht.
Nun eginnt wirklich das Altiplano, eine Hochebene n 3800 bis 3900m Hoehe, die tatsaechlich so flach ist, dass man jedes Dorf kilometerweit vorher sieht. Hier ist das Radfahren ein Vergnuegen, eine einzige weite Landschaft mit gelbem hartem Gras, rn von Viehhirten, von Alpakaherden und Kuehen ( ich frage mich, ob den armen Wiederkaeuern nicht kalt ist hier in der Pampa). Denn kalt ist es hier tatsaechlich, sobald die Sonne nicht scheint: nachts garantiert 0 Grad, doch taguée erwaermen die sarken Sonnenstrahlen die Luft bis auf T-shirtwetter, und die Sonne kann auf der Haut brennen - fuer uns « Gringos » sind also ab 10 Uhr Sonnenhut und -creme angesagt.




die kleine Laguna de Urcos


Schafhirtin in Urcos - die Schafe waren meist schneller als sie



die Kirche des ziemlich touristischen, winzigen Dorfes Raqchi vor Sicuani


das Valle Sagrado um Cusco: Ackerbau und Kuehe, soweit das Auge reicht


nach dem Valle Sagrado geht es 4 Tage durch das peruanische Altiplano gen Titicacasee - und es ist bei 3800 bis 3900m tatsaechlich sehr "plano"

Alpakas oder Lamas im Altiplano, jede Herde mit einem Hirten

In Santa Rosa habens wir immenses Pech und wuerden am liebsten gleich wieder von hier abhauen: es ist der zweite Tag der Fiesta de la Virgen de Santa Rosa. In jedem Dorf gibt es ein Fest zu Ehren der Schutzheiligen, aber diese ist meist einfach nur eine Ausrede fuer Musik und uebermaessigen Bierkonsum aller Dorfbewohner. Als wir also in Santa Rosa ankamen, waren alle Hotels voll, kein Restaurant hatte mehr zu essen, die angetrunkenen Dorfbewohner rissen Witze ueber uns und auf dem Dorffest wollte uns nicht-Einheimischen niemand etwas zu essen verkaufen.


"Torritos" aus Ton - Gluecksbringer, die einen aus jedem Fenster in Pucara anschauen

Das war aber am naechsten Tag vergessen und es ging weiter durch die Pampa Richtung Titicacasee. Und nachdem wir Juliacas Verkehrschaos durchquert hatten und den letzten Huegel vor Puno erklommen hatte, war der Blick frei auf den « lago navigable mas alto del mundo », laut den Peruanern, auf 3808m.
Von Puno aus machen wir dann am naechsten Tag eine Bootstour hinaus auf den See hinaus, zu den schwimmenden Inseln der Uros und der Insel Taquile. Die Uros sind ganz aus Schilf gebaut, und die Einwohner waren vor den Inkas auf den See hinaus gefluechtet, um deren Imperialismus zu entkommen. Leider gibt es die wirklichen Uros-Bewohner nicht mehr, und die 50 Inseln sind nur noch touristisch.

in traditioneller, warmer, vielschichtiger Kleidung der Uros - kein Wunder, dass alle Frauen darin stattlich aussehen
eine der 50 schwimmenden Inseln der Uros, sie sind nur aus Schilf gebaut

auf der Insel Taquile, wo wir mit dem schnecken-langsamen Boot hingefahren sind



Juan auf Taquile


Von Puno aus fahren wir auf der Suedseite am Titicacasee entlang Richtung Bolivien. Hier verdirbt einem der Verkehr ein bisschen die Laune, vor allem die Busse, die rasen, um puenktlich anzukommen.




Unser typische Radlertag sieht so aus: um 6:30 Uhr klingelt der Wecker, um 7:15 Uhr sind die Raeder beladen und wir auf dem Weg. So kommen wir dann mittags bis frueher nachmittag am naechsten Dorf an, und haben noch genug Sonnenlicht und Waerme bis Sonnenuntergang um 18h. Und morgens zu radeln ist erfrischend, ruhiger und weniger windig.

Copacabana von oben, mit zahlreichen Motor - und Schilfbooten im Wasser; und leider kaelteres Wasser als sein brasilianisches Pendant...


Die Grenze zu Bolivien verlaeuft von Nord nach Sued durch den See, und durch die Peninsula Copacabana. Und so ueberqueren wir vor dem touristischen Staedtchen Copacabana die unscheinbare bolivianische Grenze.
Die Halbinsel Copacabana ist ideal zum Radfahren, tolle bergige Landschaft, kaum Verkehr und der Titicacasee zur rechten oder linken Seite.


angekommen - auf dem "Pass" auf der Halbinsel; und die Strasse ganz fuer uns

auf der Peninsula Copacabana; die "Huegel" sind ueber 4300m hoch...

Dagegen gefaellt uns das bolivianische Festland lange nicht so gut wie Peru: die Lastwagen und Busse denken gar nicht daran, Ruecksicht auf Radfahrer zu nehmen; selbst groessere Doerfer haben kaum Hostals, und wenn, dann versuchen sie, uns ueberhoehte Preise anzudrehen; die Menschen scheinen Touristen gegenueber nicht besonders zuvorkommend. Und besonders viel billiger als Peru ist es bis jetzt auch nicht.
Aber es gibt einige leckere kulinarische Neuigkeiten: zig Sorten Popcorn, in allen Formen und aus verschiedenen Getreidesorten, Fruchtsalate, die auf der Strasse verkauft werden, Quinoa-Suppe, verschiedene Empanadasorten und weiter Snacks.


ab der bolivianischen Grenze: Popcorn-Paradies...


La Paz, die Hauptstadt Boliviens, liegt in einem Canyon und deshalb ist keine Strasse waagerecht. Egal, wo man hin moechte, immer geht es auf oder ab. In La Paz bleiben wir einige Tage in einer Casa de Ciclistas, d.h. einem Apartment, in dem nur Fahrrad-Reisende uebernachten. Dort waren wir dann zu acht, darunter zwei Spanier, die in dei gleiche Richtung wie wir weiter fahren und mit denen wir dann gemeinsam Richtung Oruro aufbrechen.
die Plaza San Francisco mit der gleichnamigen Kirche zur rechten Seite



Das war Peru:

Nationalsport: Frauenvolleyball!!! Macht dem Fussball ernsthaft Konkurrenz und wird von allen Peruaner gern im Fernsehen angeschaut. Schon die kleinen Schulmaedchen ueben fleissig und koennen garantiert besser spielen als wir. Selbst wenn sie als Volleyballnetz eine Schnur quer ueber die Panamericana spannen und bei jedem Lkw wieder abbauen.

Und Stierkampf, die Torreros sind echte Stars unter alten wie jungen Leuten.

Nationalgetraenk: Chicha! Ist vergorener Maistrank, der Alkoholgehalt ist aber kaum spuerbar. An sich saeuerlich, aber man gibt Zucker hinzu. Produzenten von Chicha zeigen dies durch eine rote Fahne vor dem Haus; dort treffen sich dann die Alten des Dorfes auf 700ml-Chicha-Glaeser und Gespraeche.
Oder Inka Cola. Inka Cola ist ein neon-gelbes Erfrischungsgetraenk, das etwas zu viel Zucker und Kaugummiaroma abbekommen hat. Und es ist nicht etwa die peruanische Antwort auf CocaCola, sondern wird von der CocaCola Company in person hergestellt. Die Peruaner trinken sie trotzdem gern, in Flaschengroessen von 150ml bis Familienformat von 3l.


Nationalstolz:
unsere ersten zwei Wochen habens wir mehr peruanische Fahnen gesehen als sonstwas. Auf oeffentliche Plaetzen, an unzaehligen Gebaeuden und Haeusern. Doch bald fanden wir heraus, warum: fuer den Nationalfeiertag muss jedes Haus eine peruanische Fahne haben, sonst droht eine fuer peruanische Einkommensverhaeltnisse ungeheuerliche Strafe von 1800 Soles (ca. 470 Euro). Fragt sich, ob diese Massnahme der Nation Peru etwas bringt.

 Und ueberall in Lima erinnern einen Schilder daran, wann man ein guter Peruaner ist: wenn man den Muell ordnungsgemaess entsorgt, wenn man ehrlich und zuverlaessig ist, wenn man nicht unnoetig hupt (ja, das ist echt sinnvoll), wenn man brav Schlange steht und nicht vordraengelt…dann « haces patria ».

Warme Duschen: findet man nicht ueberall, fliessendes Wasser und Strom in den Andendoerfern auch manchmal nur einige Stunden am Tag. 

peruanisches Bier: Pilsen Callao, Cristal und Cusqueña (die Einwohner Cuscos heissen Cusqueños)

komisches Spanisch: grifo = Tankstelle, playa = Parkplatz (bis wir das erstmal verstanden hatten...)

dieses Schild war zwar selten, aber wenn es kam, dann ging es die naechsten 20km aufwaerts - gluecklicherweise aber bei weniger dramatischer Steigung als dargestellt

typisch Peru: kaum Schilder mit Distanzen und Orten, dafuer aber viele, viele hinweise zum Umweltschutz

 ...und viele Motortaxis in den Staedten





unsere 1800 Fahrradkilometer in Peru