A trout farm high in the Andes. Not an alternative development project, but a private enterprise.
This produces some incredibly good salmon-type sushi. I had it in La Paz -- a city two and a half miles about sea level in a landlocked country. Go to Wagamama in La Paz if you ever want good sushi at a great price.
This is an antinarcotics checkpoint on the way to the Chapare coca growing region. It's crawling with police yet the sign says to watch your valuables!
Me in front of a coca processing plant nearing completion. It will produce coca tea, candies, sodas, four, etc.
The bottling machine for coca sodas.
Generic Chinese machinery.
A Chinese tea bagging machine to be used for coca tea.
If the English translations are problematic, I shudder to think what the instruction manuals will say in Spanish.
Our delegation in front of the bottling line.
Coca-Cola supports the anti-narcotics police. How ironic. They used to buy their de-cocainezed coca flavoring extract from Bolivia in previous years, now they buy it from Peru.
Meeting with some municipal council members from Shinohota in the Chapare -- a town newly incorporated on the 4th of July last year. Note the ubiquitous green bag of coca leaves chewed at many meetings.
Meeting with UDESTRO officials who explain their coca regulation system. This is the future of coca control in Bolivia. After years of struggle, families got the right to grow a small, regulated plot of coca for traditional uses.
Every family's plot of coca is mapped and regulated thanks to the coca grower's unions working with government officials. Cooperation instead of confrontation - what a change.
My friend Godo (who will eat just about anything) does not envy my lunch - armadillo. I should have listened to him.
It looked so much better when Anthony Bourdain ate it on TV.
Teddy eyes the green bags of coca leaf -- sold at the counternarcotics checkpoint.
Driving back to Cochabamba, we encounter a car with a devil in the rear. The photo doesn't capture the black smoke coming from the exhaust. We decided to follow that devil to see where he might lead us.
We pull into the small mountain town of Aguirre where the locals were having a festival.
It was an incredibly elaborate event and yet this was not done to attract tourists nor was it a major national festival. They did this for themselves and their own enjoyment. We were just lucky enough to have followed the right devil.
This group was made up of local shepherds.
The town's name is spelled out in rocks on the mountainside.
Teddy works up to the courage to get a photo with the bears.
It takes a village to raise a fallen comrade.
Another festival in Cochabamba.
And another excuse to eat.
The "witches market" in La Paz. Note the llama fetuses and other items used in religious practice.
After a day of rain in La Paz, a vivid rainbow appears. I've never seen one touch the ground like this.
The same view the next day.
The mountain of Illimani dominates the La Paz skyline.
A quick excursion to the Valley of the Moon in the outskirts of La Paz.
These rock formations are a result of erosion.
The ceremonial guard.
The governmental palace now flies three flags representing La Paz, Bolivia and the multicolored indigenous flag called the Whipala.
Bullet holes from a confrontation between the national police and army that remain from years ago.
I was in La Paz for the 30th anniversary of the brutal military coup.
La Paz sits in a bowl or canoe shaped valley.