Bolivian roads are unpredictable. You never know what you’re going to find until you get there. Sometimes the road has been washed away by the heavy rains, other times small puddles turn out to be mud pits, and in our case, we encountered a small rock slide and had to get out of the car to clear the road.
In January, my friend and I spent 2 weeks volunteering in Bolivia with Niños con Valor. An outing to some distant Inca ruins was planned during one of our days off, but just trying to reach these ruins turned out to be more difficult than any of us anticipated.
When we finally cleared the road and reached the ‘small creek’ you’d normally be able to cross on foot, we discovered the heavy rains had turned it into more of a river.
We walked up and down the banks looking for a suitable place to cross but couldn’t find one. Then one of our drivers returned saying he’d found a bridge. This ‘bridge’ turned out to be a tree trunk, which might have been useful were it not sitting on the wrong side of the river…
Unable to follow the trail on the other side of the river, we hiked up the slippery mountain with hopes of seeing what lay across. This was all we could see through the pouring rain. Not Machu Picchu.
Sometimes getting there is half the fun.
Have your plans ever been thwarted by roadbocks? If so, how did you turn it into something good?