The rains have stopped, which means the drive goes from terrifying to simply traumatic. We breathe through wet t-shirts tied around our mouths and stop periodically to check how much has leaked from the disintegrating water tank inside the dust-smothered camper. And then, without warning, the secondary road reconnects with the southern highway to Santa Cruz.
I have to remind Gary to shift; he’s been in first gear since we started on this “detour.” We don’t normally stop to take photos of fancy houses but this time the contrast is so sharp it’s a reality check. Bolivia is night and day, heartbreaking and hopeful in ways I’m only beginning to comprehend.
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