. It’s damp and warm inside and there is a lake feed by an underground stream, reflecting the rugged rock forms above. I stand there for several mins just watching the bat slip out of their roosts and fly about. I’d love a bat detector at this point but they’re socialable calls are loud enough to be heard with the naked ear. All too soon its time to return to the surface, back past those stunning vistas (and try not to look over the edge of the road. Most of the roads in Bolivia I’ve encountered have been paved, this one is most defiantly not and twists and turns around the steep hill sides). There’s just enough time in Sorata for a quick look around and find our bus back to La Paz and I snooze in the sun in the bus on the way back.
Fla's Mum is a doctor and is heading out to a little town called Sorata for the day to go to the hospital and I’m invited to go along to see the town. It’s a bit of a mission to get there, taxi to the Cemetery District, microbus to some other little town and then we ended up getting a taxi the rest of the way to Sorata. The scenery alone just about makes the trip worth while. The landscape changes from flat and dry to dramatic, breath taking mountains with snow capped peaks. As we drive along the colours of the hills and mountains change time and time again and I try to take photos through the window of the bus and taxi. In Sorata I have just enough time for a trip to the bat cave. It would be a lovely walk but I’m on my own and running short of time so its into the taxi again. My host Fla spent several months studying the bats in these caves before it was upgraded to make it more tourist friendly. The walk way in and the cave itself is now lit up, which is good for the people but bad for the bats, who live in a dark cave for a reason