Landslide!
Trip Start
Oct 31, 2006
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Trip End
Apr 2007
At some point during our time in Bolivia, we decided to scrap our original plan of heading down to Argentina from Boliva, and go to Brazil first instead. This meant backtracking a bit and a long old trek to get to the border, involving buses, taxis, planes and boats.
On the first leg of our journey, a 16 hour bus ride, we were dozing during the night when the bus came to a stop. In our sleepy states we didnīt really notice that it had stopped completely until the morning when we woke up and realised we hadnīt moved for hours. A bit of sign language told us that there was a landslide up ahead. And after walking 2 km to see what the problem was, it became clear that the only way to get through it in time to make our flight was to go back to the bu ( in the rain), pick up our bags, walk back to the landslide, through the mess and mud and to the other side where hopefully we could get a taxi to the next village and get some kind of transport from there.
So thatīs exactly what we did. The scene of the landslide was mad - loads of people shouting and screaming at the only man who had a tractor thing, the only one who could do anything to help. We were there to see the first truck get through it and the crown gave a big cheer. We could have stayed all day watching - it was very entertaining. But we pushed on, arriving at the airport totally muddy, smelly and very tired but with an hour to spare for lunch.
On the first leg of our journey, a 16 hour bus ride, we were dozing during the night when the bus came to a stop. In our sleepy states we didnīt really notice that it had stopped completely until the morning when we woke up and realised we hadnīt moved for hours. A bit of sign language told us that there was a landslide up ahead. And after walking 2 km to see what the problem was, it became clear that the only way to get through it in time to make our flight was to go back to the bu ( in the rain), pick up our bags, walk back to the landslide, through the mess and mud and to the other side where hopefully we could get a taxi to the next village and get some kind of transport from there.
So thatīs exactly what we did. The scene of the landslide was mad - loads of people shouting and screaming at the only man who had a tractor thing, the only one who could do anything to help. We were there to see the first truck get through it and the crown gave a big cheer. We could have stayed all day watching - it was very entertaining. But we pushed on, arriving at the airport totally muddy, smelly and very tired but with an hour to spare for lunch.

