Valle de la Luna
American joined by 2 Chileans, an Argentine, an Uruguayan, a French, an Israeli and an Australian to venture towards the most southern part of La Paz, Valle de la Luna. The day was especially nice, sun on all faces. A short break on the sidewalk to juggle knives and play music, earned their fares for the bus. The 35 minute bus ride was filled with music. Guitar, kazoo (of sorts), and a clarinet.
Arrive at the Valley. Climbing and conquering each peak until finally conquered by the bitter cold viento. Moving down into a crater, collecting wood on the way. The fire brings warmth and allows for hot tea. Everyone sitting around the fire, singing songs, drinking ron, smoking shisha. The moon rises and the fire goes out. Continue walking along the path, only to discover a garden of cactus. Each placed in a specific design, art of nature. Continuing to the street, realizing there are no more Trufies. Thumbs out, smiles up. 7 in the back of a truck. Home free.

