Samaipata... A Bit of Serenity in Bolivia
I spent two days in Santa Cruz. Principally to apply for a visa to enter Paraguay. The Bolivian police strike had ended, so the banks were open once again. I was able to complete all the tramites (paperwork) and submitted my application. Sure enough, within 24 hours I had my visa!
I decided to head back toward Sucre. Along the way, I stopped in a little town called Samaipata. Samaipata is a Quechua word that means: The Height to Rest. With its delightful subtropical climate and an altitude of 1600–1800 meters it tempts foreigners to settle.
The little village is kind of a Micromundo where about 25 nationalities now live together in harmony and peace. The town is small with numerous colonial buildings and narrow cobbled streets.
The town is also known to have a creative community. It was evident by some of the uniquely designed and decorated houses.
The town had its share of colonial icons.
Statues of politicians.
Statues of generals.
The common people.
Even the gringos.
El Fuerte de Samaipata. It was a short distance down a winding road.
Due to some rain, the dirt road was actually quite muddy. Undeterred, I pressed on and eventually arrived at El Fuerte (The Fort).