By Kristin Brinner

The continuing travel diary of two young Americans who set out on a 70,000 km road trip to realize a travel dream.

Bolivia is a land of harsh landscapes and reality. 

The desolate altiplano is home to many of Bolivia's poorest inhabitants who barely scrape a living through quinoa farming or herding alpacas.

We spent a couple of weeks volunteering at a school in the capital city of La Paz, acclimatising  to the +10,000 ft atmosphere and admiring the thriving indegenous culture.  We also spent a  week in the smaller city of Sucre, one of the wealthiest cities in Bolivia.  We particularly enjoyed its low elevation that boasts beautiful warm days and comfortable cool nights.

But it was back to harsh reality and high altitude when we visited Potosi.

As the world's highest city at 4,060 m (13,300 ft), Potosi is frigidly cold and also is home to some of the grimmest mines in the world. Potosi was once the largest and wealthiest city in South America because of its rich silver mines that were fully exploited by the Spanish. Up to 8 million people, mainly indigenous and African slave laborers, died in the mines at the hands of the Spanish. One of the tools the Spanish used against their Quechua speaking slaves was to threaten vengeance from their god, 'Dios' in Spanish, if the slaves didn't work hard enough. The Quechua language lacks the letter 'd', so 'Dios' became 'Tio.' The silver is now depleted from the mine and Potosi's colonial architecture is crumbling away, but miners continue to work the mines for less valuable minerals in dangerous and extremely difficult conditions. Like their distant descendants, they still ask Tio for compassion, safety, and wealth.

Mine tours in Potosi try to show a slice of the miner's life, and after 3 hours I was fully convinced I would last less than a day in the mines. We first visited the miner's market to buy presents for the miners. Shelves stacked floor to ceiling were brimming with sticks of dynamite, bags of ammonium nitrate, and fuses. Our enthusiastic guide, formerly a miner, demonstrated a fuse to us in the store. We nervously watched as he waved the sparking wire around what seemed to us a huge bomb of a store.

After purchasing these lethal bomb-making ingredients, we headed to a nearby stand to buy coca leaves, 190 proof alcohol, and cigarettes. All of these would be distributed to any miners we met during our tour. As the miners do not eat in the mines and sometimes spend 24 hours straight underground, they go through bags of coca leaves a day, which they use as an appetite suppressant and energy booster.

We then drove to a mine entrance and entered on foot. The snaking tunnels were barely 5 feet tall in many sections and filled with water and dust. We climbed rickety ladders and crawled through narrow sections to descend into the mine. Chris helped shovel minerals into huge carts the miners push by hand down rusty rails. We also sat in the tunnels with some miners for half an hour to share alcohol, chew coca leaves, and learn more about their lives in the mines. We emerged from the mines after 2 hours exhausted, filthy, and choking on dust. As a special treat to conclude the tour our guide blew up a stick of dynamite outside the mine. That people can spend much of their (often short) working lives in these mines is really beyond belief.

A hot shower and big lunch later we still felt so tired we spent the afternoon napping and reading in our hostel rather than visiting any of the local museums or churches. It's hard to say who's life is more difficult - the miners of Potosi, the homeless shoe-shiner children of the streets of La Paz, or the quinoa farmers tending their fields about 13,000 ft by hnad, but any way you look at it, the people of Bolivia do not have easy lives. 

To read more of our travels  through Latin America click on the title to read:

• Part 1: A travel dream made true—Through the Americas to Tierra del Fuego
• Part 2: An American dream in Latin America
• Part 3: Celebrating the true Mexican Independence Day
• Part 4: Learning Spanish the Guatemalan Way
• Part 5: Three Days in Heaven, Two Days in Hell
• Part 6: The only risk is that you'll want to stay
• Part 7: Getting off the Gringo trail

Next week, finally hitting the end of the road in Ushuaia, Argentina.

For a full account of our travels, see our blog at The Darien Plan.

For those considering driving the Pan-American Highway, we have collected information on border crossings, car shipment, road conditions, gas prices, and everything else we found useful as road trippers driving Latin America at www.DriveTheAmericas.com

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