Now that I'm back I can start loading up more pics from La Paz and rest of Bolivia.

Behold...the mighty Illimani mountain!!

It's south of La Paz, lies over the Andes, ancient Inca legends say that it is a great lion at sleep and it is to awaken upon the end of days.  There are very few locals that know the way into the mountain, it must be a great sight.


There I am at a summitt about two hours away from Illimani.  If you look behind me, there is a similar passage like the Grand Canyon.  The person that took me there said, "you are not far from the Grand Canyon."

Then I was driven up to see an old friend...or foe, the Devil's Wisdom Tooth.  A dormant volcano that stands for thousands of years just outside of La Paz, overlooking the entire city.  Once you climb to the top, you can see as far as El Alto, the north side of the city and where the airport is located.

It doesn't look like much but the jagged rocks are tricky when climbing.

This is a path leading to the muela.  When I was grwoing up, this house was not here.

Notice, 3,775 ft above sea level.


Here's a look at the muela.  By the time I reached this side, I was quite exhausted. 


This is the famous cave which locals fear.  According to them snakes crawl out and an Indian with a feather over his head appears.  I remember it being wider, it seems like it has caved in while I was gone...26 years, long time.


To the bottom right is the house I walked passed to get to the muela, the road to the muela is very treacherous, should be called the new highway of death.


Here's me...since I went up lonewolf, figure to take a pic of myself.


As I kept climbing, lost my footing and started to slide down the muela, then a ring on my right hand caught with a rock and kept me hanging.  If anyone was looking at the mountain from a distance probably saw it.  I'd likely would have broken my legs, or something, but the ring saved me.  As I gathered myself up, and rested, noticed this rock...so I took it.  Can you see the face?  Look at the shape of the rock...a tooth.

Around 430, sun started coming down and made my way down the muela.  Then I realized something, I had taken the wrong turn.  On my way up, I should have stayed on my left and would have easily climbed into the craddle within the muela, instead, took the right which was more dangerous.  But then, would not have found the tooth.


This is a picture of my shadow coming down the muela.  Notice my hat shaped into a pair of horns. 

No trace of Butch and the Kid.