Oruro

I feel like i have never been so cold in my life. Brings me back to my first night of travel, 7 months ago driving through Jasper in the rain and cold. i came through Cochabamba, a strange city with brownish red adobe style houses built all around the mountain sides, then super modern expressways downtown. Drove through a market to get clear lensed glasses, found a guy who I followed to the exit out of the city, then filled up with gas. The road in two words dangerous curves. I made it 100 km then had to stop because I was so cold. At an elevation of 4500 metres, i could see my own breath. there i camped, and there it rained again although I chose a puddle only a half inch deep this time. The weather worsened as I went, and saw a mountain side house saying they sold gas. i stayed there 2 hours to warm up and add 5 layers of clothes. the guy who helped me in cochabamba saw my bike and stopped he had left the city at 3 am to go do some business and was on the way back. pics with him and his wife and cousin. Weather improved and in oruro now need to check spark plugs air filter and carbs not much power over 80km per hour. Forget about la paz its higher and colder. going from here to chile fronterra then north from there. need some warm.