Exploring Inca Ruins Around Samaipata

After the Missions circuit, we decided to spend a few days away from the heat of the lowlands, in the higher valleys around Samaipata. This is a small village, but has become popular with tourists recently, particularly the hippy crowd.

The square in El Pueblito

We stayed in a small resort, as a bit of a treat to ourselves, outside the town on a hill with a wonderful view of the town and valley below. It's called El Pueblito, or Small Town, and is designed like a traditional village with themed rooms set around a central square. Our room was styled as a florist's, which meant fresh flowers and garden tools adorning the walls. Although slightly kitsch, it was something a bit different and a great place to relax.

Our room - the florist's - in El Pueblito

The main draw in the area is a UNESCO world heritage archaeological site known as El Fuerte, The Fort. It consists of a large rock protruding from a hilltop, used by the Inca and earlier cultures for religious carvings and ceremonies, and the accompanying village ruins. When the Spanish arrived, it had already been abandoned for some time, and they presumed it had been a fort, hence the name. Later research into the carvings on the rock suggests that it was of more religious significance; carved jaguars and pumas were symbols of power, while several large niches in the rock are thought to have held idols or mummified ancestors.

El Fuerte de Samaipata

We have now returned to Santa Cruz once again, before flying to Rurrenabaque in the remote north of the country for our first experience of the Amazon rainforest.

To Tour or Not to Tour in Eastern Bolivia

When Kev last wrote, we were just about to leave Sucre for Santa Cruz in eastern Bolivia. Santa Cruz is a big, very busy city down at an altitude of only 400m or so - quite a change from our last few weeks high in the altiplano. The weather was noticeably more humid and the city was partly flooded when we arrived, after heavy rains over the last two weeks. I think we will always associate Santa Cruz with grey skies!  There is very little to do in the city itself but we wanted to use it as a base for several activities in the area, beginning this week with the Jesuit Missions Circuit.

The cathedral in Santa Cruz - the Pope visited here a week before we arrived

There are a number of villages within a day's travel of Santa Cruz, all founded by Jesuit missionaries in the late 17th and early 18th centuries, and all with unusual, very beautiful Jesuit churches. Six of these were collectively designated a Unesco World Heritage Site in the 1990s and the route round them is known as the Jesuit Missions Circuit. Tour agencies offer a 3 or 4 day tour for around 450 US dollars. To tour or not to tour? It didn't take us long to choose to go it alone.  But now we had to negotiate the local transport, which is notoriously slow and unreliable in this region (hence why most travellers opt for the tour!).

The viewpoint in Santiago de Chiquitos

While the tiny village of Santiago de Chiquitos, is not officially part of the missions circuit, we had been recommended to make a stop here to enjoy the natural beauty of the surrounding area. We stayed in Santiago's only hostel, which also serves as a restaurant as well as an art exhibition centre. The hostel had a lovely garden with toucans frequenting one of the fruit trees. We climbed up to the viewpoint just out of town and were rewarded with glorious views of the Tucabaca Valley below - a sea of trees. During this walk we saw one of the largest butterflies I've ever seen; those who know me well can imagine my reaction. We also hired a local guide who took us though the jungle to visit two amazing caves, one with rock paintings and one with a lovely waterfall.

The church in San José de Chiquitos

From Santiago we moved on by bus to San José de Chiquitos, arriving in the late afternoon in time to see the church. Unlike those later on the circuit, this church was the only one to be built of stone. It was huge, with four main buildings stretching along one whole side of the village square. The cloister-like corridors around a central garden had walls adorned with paintings in the characteristic Jesuit style. We stayed in a very basic hotel and were up at dawn to catch the only bus of the day to San Ignacio de Velasco, our next stop.

The church at San Miguel - all of the others, apart from San José, are in a similar style

The local bus to San Ignacio was interesting - 6 hours bumping along the red, dusty, unpaved road, stopping to pick up more and more people and more and more cargo, including several crates of (live) chickens. From San Ignacio we spent a day with a driver taking us round the three other Jesuit villages nearby - Santa Ana, San Rafael and San Miguel. All of these churches were lovely, and very representative of the Jesuit style: carved wooden columns; adobe walls painted white on the inside and then decorated with simple floral motifs, mostly in reds and oranges; ceilings of reeds or bamboo; wonderfully carved wooden pulpits decorated in gold; and magnificent altars covered in gold, silver or mica. Perhaps my favourite was San Rafael, where the interior paintings also included angels playing various instruments.

Inside the churches at San Rafael and San Miguel

The next leg of the trip, up to Concepción, was to be the most challenging. There was only one bus a day from San Ignacio and we duly got on it at 11 am. At 12.30, the bus broke down, literally in the middle of nowhere. There were no other buses due until the evening, so we were all given (some of) our money back and then left to wait hopefully on the side of the road in the heat and the dust. An hour later, Kev and I ended up getting a lift with a few other people in a huge lorry, with him in the back while I was squashed into the cab. The truck dropped us at the nearest village, 25 km away, and after a lot of waiting around and negotiating with a bus company office, we finally procured ourselves a minibus to Concepcion, where we arrived around 6 pm. Only 3 hours later than planned, and ironically, this all worked out cheaper than the original bus!

Waiting for a lorry to come along

We were able to look at the church in Concepción in the evening before mass, and the atmospheric lighting at this time almost made the long journey to arrive this late worth it. The next day we had a smooth journey to nearby San Javier, the last of the circuit, and back to Santa Cruz.

Made it! The final church in San Javier

The whole experience was a challenging one, but certainly far more rewarding and eye-opening than a tour would have been. We saw no other tourists on the buses, but got to travel as the locals have to and experience the difficulties of living so remotely with so little transport. We had time to see all the churches for ourselves, as well as seeing the rest of the villages, eating in local restaurants and speaking only in Spanish. We even worked out that we saved a third on what the tour would have cost, despite spending more than twice as much as time. Once again we've learnt that the easy option isn't always the best one.

Surviving the Bus After Trekking the Cordillera de los Frailes

We spent a long time (for us) in Sucre - a whole week, which was dedicated to brushing up our Spanish skills. We each had a private teacher (which is affordable in Bolivia), and feel that we made a lot of progress. We certainly feel more confident conversing with people now.

Sucre - our home for the last week or so

The real highlight of our visit to Sucre, though, was a 4-day trek in the nearby Cordillera de los Frailes. We organised it through a local agency, and spent three full days walking before returning by local bus on the final morning. We were joined by a friendly English couple, Steve and Harriet, and the fantastic local guide, Zulma, to make 5.

The Cordillera de los Frailes

Each day of the trek showed us something different: the first day took us to 2000 year old cave paintings; the second day to a huge, ancient volcanic crater with a village in the middle; and the third to 65 million year old dinosaur footprints. The best thing about it, though, was to spend all of that time walking amid stunning landscapes. Each new turn in the road, collapsing bridge over a river or vertiginous path alongside a waterfall brought new hues in the mountains shaped by millennia of different layers of rock.

Coloured rock lining the way

The final day took us back to Sucre in only two and a half terrifying hours. Having walked around the cordillera, we now needed to cross back over the mountains. The rickety local bus struggled along the barely wide enough unmade roads, with a cliff on one side and a sheer drop on the other side. Occasionally there were trees bordering it, which may have broken the fall if the bus driver made a mistake. Luckily, he didn't, and we have survived to tell the tale before flying to Santa Cruz tomorrow.

Hiking in the cordillera

Silver Mines, Sucre, Dinosaur Footprints (And Don't Go To The Top Restaurant On Tripadvisor!)

Having spent one night in the very mediocre town of Uyuni following our salt flats tour, we proceeded north the next day to Potosí. This is a mining town that at 4070m is the second highest city in the world (the highest, El Alto, is also in Bolivia).

Iglesia de San Lorenzo de Carangas - one of the many churches in Potosí

We had heard a lot about Bolivian buses and boarded with some trepidation, but this bus ride at least wasn't too bad at all - we certainly had a lot worse in Asia. All the locals get on buses laden with blankets, clearly in the know about how cold it's going to be, we thought. I duly wore thermals and several jumpers, but actually, the bus got really hot and we sweltered in t-shirts for the whole journey. The scenery was incredible and we tried to enjoy this rather than thinking too hard about the huge drop down a cliff on one side!

View of Cerro Oro, the mine in Potosí

Bolivia is a refreshing change from Chile and Argentina in that it is far less westernised. Coming into Potosí, we passed busy outdoor markets, open trucks full of oranges, street stalls selling dubious looking snacks, etc. Everything is far less ordered than Chile and Argentina, with interesting, slightly puzzling things going on everywhere you look. The country also has a high proportion of indigenous people and the ladies of the altiplano region have a very characteristic style of dress: long skirts, usually with tights or legwarmers and sandals; apron; a boater style of hat, with two long black plaits of hair; numerous shawls; and a colourful sling across their back, often carrying a baby but apparently used for anything and everything. You really see a whole different culture here: it feels like travelling properly again, rather than being on an extended holiday.

The square and cathedral in Potosí

We spent three days in Potosí, which is a pleasant place to stroll around, with a plethora of colonial architecture and churches with intricate carvings. It is a world heritage site and an important town historically due to its silver mining heritage. During colonial times, the hill behind the town (Cerro Rico, or 'rich hill') was Spain's main source of silver and in Spanish there is still a saying 'vale un potosí' (to be worth a potosí, i.e. a lot!). We visited the Casa de la Moneda, Potosí's first mint, where silver coins were minted first for the Spanish crown and then for independent Bolivia until the 1950s. Native people and African slaves worked in the mines and in the mint, in atrocious conditions. We were told that the amount of silver extracted in Potosí in colonial times would have been enough to build a bridge of pure silver between there and Spain - but that you could also have built the same bridge with the bones of the people who died.

In the Casa de la Moneda, Potosí

In Potosí we visited a French restaurant that was highly recommended on Tripadvisor - an error, it turned out, as both of us and our Swiss friends came down with food poisoning. This necessitated an extension of our stay in Potosí,  but we are gradually getting better and have now moved on to Sucre, Bolivia's consitutional capital and another world heritage site.

Eiffel tower lookalike, in Parque Simón Bolívar, Sucre

Sucre is a beautiful city, with characteristic white buildings from the colonial era and numerous churches and museums. We've visited the Casa de la Libertad, where Bolivia's declaration of independence was signed in 1825, and walked around the pleasant park (with odd Eiffel tower replica). We've also been to see some 68 million year old dinosaur footprints, and the associated theme park with life size dinosaur models. Pretty cool - there's a steep limestone wall with the tracks of three types of dinosaur clearly visible. They'd originally have been flat but due to plate movements now look like they are walking vertically up the wall.

Dinosaur footprints

Sucre is proving  a great place to chill out and continue recovering from illness.There's a lot of expats living here so we've found several excellent cafés and even an English pub, where we watched Chile win the final of the Copa America last night. We have now signed up for a week's Spanish classes and then a 4 day trek, so will be here and around for a while longer. Our Swiss friends are pressing on to La Paz this evening though, so we're on our own again...