Today I am in Oruro. My time of working with different ministries is now over and I am on my way back to Argentina once again. For the first time in my travels through Bolivia I will be able to do some tourist activities.
Looking out over Oruro from the statue of Christ towards where I will be heading on the train tonight.
Still on the Altiplano, at 3600 metres, any exertion of energy results in my heart and lungs bursting into activity to try and supply the deficit of oxygen. It took a couple of days in La Paz to get used to this altitude, the dull headache that indicated my maladjustment slowly disappearing over that time.
Oruro is the northern limit of the train line that comes up from Villazon, the border town to Argentina. I am told that the line that continued to La Paz was decommissioned around 10 years ago. It is on this train that I will arrive back at Argentina.
A lady walking along the street.
This lady was checking to make sure that her stuff underneath the bus was not taken out when somebody got off.
The Bolivians know how to make maximum use of the space they have available to them in their cars and trucks.
A child finds a place to sleep at mum's shop.
Dozens of identical refreshment shops offer fruit and milk drinks along with some snack foods to the crowds passing through the local markets.
The markets of Oruro as they extend down the main train line that used to go to La Paz.
A photographer and his camera offering family portraits in the plaza.
A man at the entrance to one of the churches of Oruro asking for money.
Looking out over the city of Oruro from a road just above the houses.
The view from the hill over Oruro, through the only remaining window of an old building.