Forboding
creeps into my heart as the bus nears CopacabaƱa border crossing.
I'm taking a gamble. All the other passengers are European, because
Americans are supposed to get visas before entering Bolivia with a
two-way plane ticket, but I'm relying on the schmoozing powers that
have so magically transported me across many frontiers.
Your trusty global companion for spiritual, sensual, and literary journeys with author Lyn Fuchs
Showing posts with label Lake Titicaca. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lake Titicaca. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Friday, June 24, 2011
Road Babe Dispatch From Lake Titicaca
Shortly after getting his bell rung by Lennox Lewis, Mike Tyson said, “I guess I’m gonna fade into Bolivian.” He did - a metaphorical Bolivia of prison and obscurity, until two Hangover cameos resurrected him like Lazarus. On the bus leaving Copacabana, I received a crushing blow from my pack falling off the overhead rack onto my sweet sleeping face. Whether it's Bolivia or oblivion, they’re both full of surprises.
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