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since yesterday morning Annika and I are in Cochabamba, my last stop before returning to Ecuador. We had Potosí leave on Friday afternoon, the constitutional capital of the country, Sucre, reached on Friday evening and there twenty-four hours later the way to Cochabamba begun.

was in Potosí a visit to the infamous mines on the program. The Cerro Rico who sits on the highest city in the world, procured the city once world-famous: The silver deposits that it housed, were unique in the world and made sure that Potosí in the sixteenth and seventeenth century one of the most important and largest cities the world was. Immeasurable amounts of silver were shipped to the old world, and lost countless people through the inhumane working in the mines their life; estimates range 2:00 to 8:00 million victims.

And today still offers the Cerro Rico (Rich Mountain), not only the only significant source of income Potosi, but hides still life risks: In the past week, again, two workers were killed, apart from those who, after decades of Shuf Tens between the fortieth and find fiftieth year of death, because their lungs are destroyed because of the harmful dust.

Even before the tour to the mines I had a strange feeling in the stomach: We would consider the location and cause of death of millions of exploited people, and we would walk past with our guide to hard-working men and boys, without help to. And indeed, the whole experience was the sight of the mines and working very disturbing.

was first tell us something about dynamite, alcohol and coca and told, three elements that make up everyday life in the mines: The dynamite to work, work is progressing in the rock in search of the riches. The alcohol is part of the tío , the uncle who is a sort of patron saint of workers donated, or Pachamama, Mother Earth. Or he is drunk. The fact that the alcohol not beer or wine, but brandy sechsundneunzigprozentigen, I must mention no extra maybe. Coca is also an indispensable part of the work in the mines: Chewing on coca leaves can be hunger, thirst and fatigue forget things for which the mine is in no time. All mineros is to see their Coca Consumption evident in the often admirable big cheek, in which they take the coca leaves.

(Coca is no drug! The paper not intoxicated and does not make dependent. The cultivation of coca is legal in Bolivia and Peru, is part of the culture of the highland population. The elaborate processing of the sheet allows the production of cocaine, its effect, however, nothing to do with the coca leaf has the simple ...)

In the mine, we initially followed the tracks of the Loren: Boys at the age of thirteen, fourteen, loaded with stones, by using their car slid all the energy through the tunnel, a beam of Coca inflated beyond its limit, drawn entirely from work. Hardly any of them could bring a greeting on his lips, so they were tortured by the work. We turned at some point on this main road, crawled a few feet in depth and had to much with the heat, the acrid smell of urine, explosives and dust and tight fight: to work here? Impossible!

As we left the mine, made some buddies for lunch. There was nothing to eat, instead they pushed their implied a coca leaf at a time between Cheek and back teeth. It was frustrating and frightening, as is sometimes anschwiegen fathers and sons, done from work. Many of the works are actually no older than fifteen years - and their job is a gamble: Who finds a vein of silver is the winner. Others work more than eight hours a day and find nothing Profitable! There are no fixed wages are not in Potosí, each buddy is one of a group of miners and the license may be looking at this Union a place to work. Sponsored minerals and silver sold every mountain man himself: Part of the profits he pays into the pension fund, a portion of the insurance. Who does not find anything is simply empty.

sorry for the gloomy atmosphere through the mine we left Potosí, whose future looks bleak: It is estimated that the industry must be set there in fünz to ten years. On the one hand, because the exhausted natural resources, partly because of the Cerro Rico riddled as it is will collapse. Potosi could be a ghost town: work one finds little outside of the mines ... With the end of mining in Potosí then an investment of the German government is no longer necessary: After the chemicals needed for the separation of silver from the rock, five hundred tilted years in the rivers, had financed the Federal Republic of Germany, the construction of adequate sewage treatment and disposal systems. Whether and how development cooperation with Spain in the region Potosí operates, I do not know ...

made in Sucre Annika and I do not much, apart from the chocolate purchase, there really is worthwhile, since there seems to be some chocolate in Sucre, and the visit of a barber who was with me urgently necessary.

In Cochabamba, we now have a few days. I will collect as many impressions before I leave on Friday to Ecuador! I sincerely apologize and thank you here at Henry, who is currently in Ecuador and in whose room I had during the may live days in Cochabamba! Muchas gracias, Enrique!

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From Potosí

SINCE MRS ROMMEL , my English teacher in the tenth grade, has been shown in class pictures of their journey to and through South America, has to do with the idea of a similar journey, set in my head: The photos I was so enthusiastic that no way could it pass by, travel to these places yourself and see with my own eyes!

We drove from La Paz to Uyuni. The trip should start at seven clock in the evening and end after about twelve hours. We would therefore be able to find the rest of our agency office to the tour to the Salar de Uyuni clock can start at ten in the morning. But once again, the plans should prove to be a nice wishful thinking: Just outside Oruro our bus stopped in the desert. From the previously announced half an hour, which would it take to go up, it could have been five hours and arrived in Uyuni, our jeep had already left.

The next day we were able to take another trip without having to pay extra for it (apart from the hotel and dinner). After all, we had had up to that time to walk a little through Uyuni: The town lives mainly from tourism, which is difficult to see from the numerous tour companies and pizzerias can recognize. Away from the high street, the picture of the place changes very rapidly. Mud huts line the dusty roads, desert and mountains in the background are seen, everything somehow reminds me of western movies.

Now for the tour: We went with Chacha and Ki, a South Korean couple, Miguel Ángel from Colombia, Chile and Caro from our driver, Alejandro, for the first cementerio de trenes , the train cemetery: Here are some steam engines and cars rust in the desert before him. Then we went to Colchani on the banks of the largest salt lake in the world: There was ostensibly cheap souvenirs. Behind one of the wooden doors grabbed a woman salt in plastic bags from what I discovered, however, rather accidental. The lady sitting eight hours a day in front of a pile of salt and pound plastic bags filled way with the white goods. For a thousand bags she gets eight p.m. Bolivianos - these are little more than two euros. Per day, it creates claims to about six hundred bags and therefore deserves about a € sixty, or two dollars. The fact that they live with it above the official poverty line is just cynical.

Colchani, we drove by again salt. The ground was white as far as the eye could see and they lost legliche orientation and the ability to judge distances. It was an incredible feeling to drive through the desert of salt! And it ought to be better situated in the middle of the salar the Isla del Pescado , fish island. There, giant cacti grow between which you could always catch spectacular views of the salt lake, with snow-capped mountains in the background and the blue sky. In the evening we reached

the southern bank of the Salt Lake and stayed at a hotel, which consists largely of salt: floor, walls and even furniture, so to speak were cut from the lake.

The next morning we started south. We moved increasingly to a height of slightly more than four thousand meters above sea level, so that almost all the mountains that we passed were covered with snow. And again, nature was simply stunning: the snow-covered peaks and eternal ranges, deserts, rock formations ... At the same time I had to think that with this environment, this rugged climate no wonder that Bolivia is the poorest country in South America: It can be grown nothing, and richer than other South American countries, Bolivia is in natural resources not: Salt is not worth anything and compared to Venezuela, Ecuador and other nations, Bolivia has no oil ...

passed on this second day we find some five thousand and a few lagoons where flamingos and numerous cavorting on which llamas and vicuña pushed to their Thirst. At the end of the day we still pass the árbol de piedra , the tree of stone, a bizarre rock in the middle of the desert, southern Bolivia, before the colored lagoon, the Laguna Colorada , arrived where we had our camp.

From there we broke on the third and final day of our tour to see geysers at dawn to bathe in hot springs and set down the two Koreans at the border with Chile. And then it was eight hours north through the desert. I could not see enough of the desert and the mountains, was nevertheless relieved when we arrived in Uyuni. From there he went to Potosí.

Today we have time, the city to explore a little, and tomorrow we will have a tour venture into the mines. I will report on this occasion. From Sucre, perhaps, where we go tomorrow, or Cochabambam where we will arrive at the latest on Monday, to end our journey in peace. Until then!