Showing posts from September, 2012

Museo de Arte indígena ASUR (Museum of Indigenous Arts)

I visited the Museo de Arte indígena ASUR (Museum of Indigenous Art).
The mission of the museum is to protect and preserve the artisan work of the indigenous population. The museum contains a collection of Jalq’a and Candelaria (Tarabuco) weavings and offers instruction on techniques used to produce the traditional textiles. To arrive at the museum one must climb a small cobblestone hill. Once inside, one can see artisans at work creating various forms of textiles It is generally a handmade process. The artisans take yarn from sheep or alpaca and create masterpieces.

Also, there is a display of traditional costumes and musical instruments.

Outside the museum, up a stone road, there is a small market with various textiles.

 And at the top of the hill is a scenic overlook of the city of Sucre.

Classic Motorcycles

There seemed to be a number of classic motorcycles in Sucre.

Yamaha 125 Honda CB350 Moto Guzzi  Paggio Scooter Yamaha XT250
 Honda XR250 Honda CGL125 Honda African Twin... ok... this may not be a classic... but it is nice!

Kids and Kart Races in Sucre

I was walking around Sucre and came across this banner near the central plaza. The banner reads National Race of Karts without Motors...Finish!. It appears that every year Sucre hosts a push kart race for youth. There were entries from different regions of the country and divisions based on age.  I met this crew on the street. There is always one driver and one pusher. They can switch places during the race. The driver drives and the pusher pushes. The pusher hops on the back of the kart on some of the downhill sections.
The crew proudly introduced me to their kart. A classic build... 4 wheels, wooden planks, pad brakes, push bar and helmets.
This little guy had an amazing kart made mostly with wood. Notice the wooden wheels wrapped with rubber for traction. He steered the kart with a cord attached to the front axle.
At the end of the race there was a big controversy over the times and the victors. I left and came back two hours later and it still was not resolved. Nothing worse than…

The Backroads of Bolivia

People say I'm crazy, doing what I'm doing...

This is a short 3 minute video with scenes of traveling around the backroads of Bolivia. The scenes include some segments of riding over asphalt, gravel, dirt, sand through a dry river bed.

Watching the Wheels

People say I'm crazy doing what I'm doing,  Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin,  When I say that I'm o.k. they look at me kind of strange,  Surely your not happy now you no longer play the game, 
People say I'm lazy dreaming my life away,  Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me,  When I tell that I'm doing Fine watching shadows on the wall,  Don't you miss the big time boy you're no longer on the ball? 
I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round,  I really love to watch them roll,  No longer riding on the merry-go-round,  I just had to let it go, 
People asking questions lost in confusion,  Well I tell them there's no probl…

Doubling Down on the Dirt

From Samaipata I continued down the road to Sucre.

I usually do not like to ride the same route twice, but my options were somewhat limited. I wanted to make my way to Sucre. There was a southern route, which I estimated would take three or four days to arrive in Sucre. So, I elected to take the northern route, which I estimated would take two days or as little as one day. But it meant that I would be traveling a route which I had ridden previously... a route that I knew was mostly gravel, dirt and loose sand. So I doubled down on the dirt and hoped that I would have a little luck.
The ride started out along a nice twisty asphalt road.
But then it soon turned to gravel. I knew what to expect. After many days of riding on gravel and sand, I felt comfortable tackling the terrain. I just needed to stand up and move with my motorcycle.
So I relaxed and enjoyed the beautiful scenery.
Mountains beyond mountains.
Then I came upon this. Outside of the town of Saipina, there was a bloqueo (ro…