After receiving the extension of the policy of insurance cross-border Quiaca Villazon, the process was quite long and tedious. And in Bolivia, faces in the side of Uyuni, promotion night stand in Tupiza, a few kms before I took a good hit by dodging a bus that even manages to be run. In this village, they charged me the gasilona expensive, having foreign board and being a city near the border, about 6 bolivianos per liter. The next day stop at Atocha after charging at a gas station that had come to hide in the bed of the river and drive about 5 kms from there! when I said that I thought I was kidding, but it was just like that. 
between the salt flat in Uyuni to La Rojita, got about 20 kms to the salt hotel, confident, when I wanted to point out to any side and when I realized I had been diverted to the guy, I okay after a while. Obviously after all this walk I had to send it to the sink, the salt once hardened is very difficult to remove except with pressurized water other Part oxide appears at once. Spend the night right there early the next day I went to Potosi, are about 210 kms of gravel road in the mountains of the worst imaginable, so that took me about 7 or 8am to that section, for the first time began to pass through remote villages in the middle of the mountain, abandoned villages ... 
an old woman suddenly appeared in Bolivia with its load in the back, I could not explain whence came ", where was it, that could be doing there? everything that could be up toward the four points was the same: Mountain ... It took me to the bike path and they then up and down as if nothing out. Recently the 45 kms are ultimnos asphalt.
In Potosi I spent a couple of days, the city is extremely intricate, keeps the skin very colonial spirit, and at first glance one notices that is a culturally interesting city, very rich history. 
GPS without maps I have it so moving around the city quite complicated to me until I get to the tourist office. As in everything that goes in Bolivia, it is impossible to ask someone about how to get somewhere, which is very basics, say the parade, all I managed to say is "shhheeecctito nomas", meaning that follow right, just in a city where too many corners, alleys, cut, unless you want a straight road. Spend two nights quite cool, I'm more than 3900 meters, equal, the cold did not begin in earnest yet. The second night I slept in a sort of charitable foundation, which very kindly offered me a hot coffee and the morning a breakfast of carrot juice and hot chocolate.
leaving Potosi already greatly enhance the routes, asphalt virtually all paved except for some stretches for miles. Coming to Sucre I learned that the day was coming President Cristina Fernandez and Bolivian President Evo Morales, for an act which amounted postmortem Azurduy Juana de Padilla to General, the highest ranks of the Argentine army, Mercedes Sosa's voice was ringing by the exquisite rendition of the song Juana Azurduy, then immediately tie a flag that comes Argentina but good to have on hand now that I'm out of my country. Sucre, very nice city but there was not much to do, also a couple of days and went to Cochabamba, I met Willy Vega who kindly gave me his maps of Bolivia for the GPS and contact me with Carlos Ramos.
First puncture of the trip, good average, after more than 7000 kms, patch right there with no problems. This spring city
is me more than a week, so far the time I'm in this country is undoubtedly the place that I like and I felt more comfortable. After doing a complete check of disarmament and the bike in the workshop of Carlos Ramos offered me place to stay, he and his family treated me with affection, I felt really comfortable there, I really enjoyed the talks we had while we were you cinnamon ... I met many many people in the days I spent in the city, bikers everywhere, eagles and bikers legendary Moto Mil Club welcomed us and two other guys my Argentines, we walked around town and then end the night a downtown bar. Leaving
Cochabamba Oruro climbed to about 4,500 meters, I can not explain the cold that I went though was super warm even with masks, could not feel my hands and hit me back up drive, I had to stop because I had no strength in his arms and legs, regrets not having chewed coca, or at least a cup of tea with those leaves ... Pass
Oruro just one day and went to La Paz, I liked a lot, say nothing but I did not like the view of the mountains surrounding the city, so after a couple of days, buy some supplies and resolve Finally the issue of compu went to Tiwanaku ruins of Tiwanaku empire. I was offered accommodation in an NGO CUNA does agricultural research. On Sunday I went to drain, Bolivia-Peru border, I took a long time back and forth until I could spend almost no money and no ATM in sight had to do some juggling (not literally) for further travel. I did not want to stay Copacabana wanting to know so I went there knowing it could not get the damn thing spit-money. And the truth I did very well to go, although it looked very little movement then I started chatting with people from all sides, especially from Argentina, suddenly even more of the south, Lomas de Zamora, Quilmes, Lanus , Adrogue, Glew ... Put the noodles Dad! We all!
As at the end did not get money was about to set up the tent near the beach ... Roberto, a Bolivian who was in charge of Hostal Andino offered me a free room, I said to him in Argentina had sought the best and I knew what it was be in a situation like that, that night was very very cold, but rather at dawn, I do not imagine it would have been camping at the lake.
Bs With the last 20 I had left him refuel the Rojita and went to Puno, next stop on the road. Get scraping, get a little complicated to get the place, The hall of the Sports Institute of Puno would be my hotel that night.
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