El Choro - An Inca Trail
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After staying at the lovely Norka´s apartment for a few days in the "big" capital city, it was time for us to get out and explore some nature. We woke up early on Thursday morning to get going with our hike. Due to a little bit of stomach illness (it happens when you travel) we did not get to the beggining of our path as early as we would have liked. We took a bus from La Paz about 30 minutes outside (and up) of the city to the beggining of the trail. During our bus ride we were stopped by the police who were in full riot gear with their huge tear gas guns, uzis, and shotguns. Apparantly there was a strike organized in Coroico.
The next morning we hit the trail early. As we hiked, we noticed that the climate was begining to change. It was becoming more hot an humid. At one point, Danilo said out loud ¨we are in the tropics now¨ and he was right. During the second day of our hike, we descended over 1000 m on really slippery rocks. It was very taxing on our bodies and with the packs our balance was off so we slipped and fell a lot. The scenery however was gorgeous. Because there is so much water, everything is incredibly lush and green, or covered by the water itself in form of fog or clouds. There were also numerous waterfalls and a large raving river running between all the huge green mountains.
Our third day was more of the same beauty covering 18 kilometers of hiking. Although most of the hike was nicer on our bodies, as the trail ran along the side of the mountains (about 8), there was a murderous switchback that took us down for 50 minutes, and up in 25. The switchback was aptly named the La Cuesta del Diablo. Drenched in sweat we completed the last 3 hours looking over the valley as apparently we left behind the heavy clouds and storms.
Our last day was relaxed, disturbed by cows, bulls, donkeys or maybe horses, rain, switchbacks, Germans (actually they were quite nice), and Bolivian botanists (who were not and carried plants in their backs). Either way, our bodies sore and exhausted, our calfs and knees made it through the last 1000 meters of downhill and after three hours we were in a middle of a little town connected through a dirt, narrow road, to the city of Coroico .