Valery Hotel Potosi
Av. Litoral esq. Colquechaca Potosi, Bolivia
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Pottering in Potosi
... at an unusual little hostel where we shared a dorm with Nora and Peter. The rooms were of a very distasteful animal print but were cosy enough especially when Nora gave me a Baileys night cap.
14th of December
Potosi was once the wealthiest city in South America due to the silver mining (which has now dimished). Today Potosi is a clean town with cobbled streets and colonial buildings. We ...
The mountain of madness
... a reddish-tan and impart a mineral smell that soon seeps into your clothes and hair. It’s hard to breathe, especially through the facemask you wear, the only barrier between you and silicon-saturated air.
This could be hell.
For hundreds of years, Cerro Rico mountain overlooking the town of Potosí had been mined for its rich silver deposits. At one point, Potosí was the richest city in South America, the world even, with accounts describing ...
Sucre to Uyuni via Petosi
... was only the last hour or so which was really bumpy.
Potosí is at 4100 metres and so is the highest city of its kind in the world. The only reason most gringos visit is to go down the mines. I decided early on in my trip i definitely wasn´t going to do that as I feel very strongly that its a horrible thing for rich westerns to spend a day with people whose life expectancy in the mines is 10 years and who die ...
Potosi
... bladeren. Na een bezoekje aan een rafinaderij, waar de ruwe mineralen (zilver, tin, ...) gefilterd en gescheiden werden, kwamen we aan bij de ingang van de mijn. We schakelden onze koplampjes in, en begonnen aan de afdaling door de lage en smalle gangetjes. Het stof en de gassen brandden in ons keel, en hoe dieper we gingen, hoe hoger de temperaturen opliepen (tot 35°C). Soms moesten we plat op de buik door nauwe doorgangen kruipen. Het zweet liep van ons. We kregen veel ...
Down into the mines!!!!
... shots. The tour is compulsory and we do it in Spanish with a guide who walks round with a huge basket of keys. The place is like fort knocks! We are with a group of Germans who have a translator. My translator (Michael) is last into the room every time as he is taking pictures everywhere but in the room we are in, so i understand bugger all. But its all good as I enjoy the pictures etc. anyway. There was one thing that stuck in my mind ...


