Buenas Dias, amigos....
Ruts, crooked border guards, swollen rivers, mud, bad food, extortion, separated shoulders, roads of death, mud, bad food, crooked border guards, being trapped under a fallen motorcycle in a raging river, buses and trucks scattered like toys in mud, rain, bad food, dirty cities, sucking diesel exhaust for days on end, mud, beans, rice and chicken every day, nobody "speaking American", rain, bad food, mud, cheap rooms with weird bugs, bad drivers, crooked border guards, children running from you in terror, children running towards you to greet you to their puebla, laundry once a week, bad food, rain, mud, cold, oxygen deprivation and altitude sickness, pounding headaches at 33,000 feet,
bad food, rain, mud....
Sounds like you guys are finding the adventure you were looking for.
It would be a trip to Walmart if it wasn't for some of those experiences.
I don't hear you guys complaining at all.....just passing on your stories....
And folks back here are mopping it up like a yolk on a good piece of toast
Oh....how's the food in Bolivia?
How can you tell a deep-fried guinea pig from a rat?