The town’s name conjures up images of tropical drinks and beach umbrellas, but we have crossed into Bolivia and the most exotic part of it is a poncho museum. It’s Sunday so we could have the priests bless our truck for good luck. But it is punishingly cold and dismally depressing. Kids without shoes peeing in the gutters, stoned Rastafarians selling hemp bracelets outside a cathedral lined with ill-gotten gold. Not where we plan to spend Christmas on the road.
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