You’ve got to Bolieve
According to Bolivians, the Virgen de Copacabana makes all your dreams come true. After a nice hot shower, we go find out for ourselves. The Jesus images in the Basilica are lit again, but I’m much more interested in the chapel, where people write their wishes in candle wax on the wall, under the watchful eye of the Virgin Mary. There’s a magical atmosphere to be tasted here, my camera is happy to register the praying Bolivian families. Once out in the air again, we walk out to the square in front of the basilica to take her in properly. It’s very quiet here today, only a few people make their way to or from the church. It’s not week-end, so we miss the procession of people who carry mini-versions of the objects that they want blessed to the basilica. After a few snaps, we check out the local street market. All types of vegetables are on display, but the Aymara ladies are not interested in a bunch of tourists taking pictures. I buy a few chicken salteñas for the bus trip back to La Paz.
Back in the capital, we check into hotel Fuentes and book our trip for the next day with the adjoining travel agency: the downhill on the world’s most dangerous road. We’re knackered, once again. Is it the altitude or the travelling that makes us so sleepy in Bolivia? It definitely can’t be work-related tiredness. The black Madonna in Copacabana may know, but for sure we’re not going back to ask her.
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