You’ve seen the movie, and so had my father. Which partially explains his fascination with this outlaw-friendly part of Bolivia. But I find Boyuibe, Bolivia desolate and depressing.
It’s just up the road from the town claiming to be the last shootout of the two American bank robbers with none of the tourists. Which makes it just another dismal railroad stop north of Argentina and west of Paraguay. If I ever rob banks, remind me never to hide out here.
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