Tupiza - Bolivia

Rollin´, rollin´rollin´, man my arse is swollen!

The town of Tupiza was like being transported to cowboy and western film set. Indeed this place is were Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid were put to rest in a bloody gun fight (they are like the Ned Kelly of North and South America).

To get in the mood of this place Katie and myself went on a 7 hour horse ride through cactus dominated, dry red escarpment, dusty hot landscape. Don´t worry about little horse riding experience folks, she´ll be right, this is Bolivia and anything goes. So with no helmets we were off galloping in no time. My horse happened to be of Argentinian descent (that means he was big) and Tupiza´s top race horse for the past 6 years. As soon as we started galloping he was in race mode and off like a frog in a sock. I had to use a lot of strength to slow him up by pulling on the reins. He was the boss man in the pack taking the lead at ever opportunity and closely followed by Katie´s brown nosing horse whose face was within centimetres of my horse´s bum for most of the day. It was a fitting way to see the new country, riding through rivers and along the railway line. yeeeee haaaaaa