Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Copacabana to La Paz

Not Sure What to Expect from La Paz


From what I had read, La Paz was a place where you could find all kinds of trouble. The stories from the Bolivian capitol were all about corrupt police, drugs, cab drivers robbing travelers, teenage prostitutes, and people who generally hate you. The following is from the US State Department Website:


Express Kidnappings are common in La Paz and two temporary duty personnel of the U.S. Embassy were recent victims of such incidents. The areas where these crimes are most known to occur include Plaza Humbolt (Zona Sur) and Plaza Abaroa, Plaza del Estudiante, Plaza Isabel La Catolica (all downtown). These incidents typically occur when the victim boards a taxi in which the driver is an accomplice. Once the victim is inside, an additional person or two (the kidnappers) board the vehicle. At this point, the victim is robbed of his belongings and/or driven to an ATM machine where he is forced to provide PIN numbers for debit and credit card withdrawals. Recommended tips to avoid becoming a victim include using only radio taxis which one calls in advance and not traveling alone, particularly if under the influence of alcohol or out late at night.

The Coronilla Hill, a Cochabamba landmark adjacent to the main Bus Terminal and near several markets, hostels, and restaurants, has become an increasingly dangerous place for tourists and local citizens alike. The local police, tourist authorities, and press have declared the area off limits and cautioned people to enter the area at their own peril. U.S. citizens have been assaulted in the area. The police have made several sweeps of the area in an attempt to bring the population of street people, most of whom are reportedly drug addicts and alcohol abusers, under control. Nonetheless, incidents of crime continue. Police reports indicate that the thieves in that area have gone from purse snatching and burglary to increasingly violent assaults on passersby. The Embassy therefore recommends that U.S. citizens avoid this area.

Beginning in June 2007, the U.S. Embassy in La Paz began receiving reports of U.S. citizens traveling by bus from Copacabana to La Paz being kidnapped and robbed of their ATM cards and other valuables. This crime reportedly involves U.S. citizens taking an evening bus from Copacabana. While the bus is scheduled to stop at the La Paz bus terminal, the driver will stop short of that location, typically near the General Cemetery late at night. Disembarking and disoriented passengers then have little option but to hail a waiting taxi. Thieves in collusion with the taxi driver enter the taxi to blindfold and coerce the U.S. citizen(s) into surrendering cash, cameras, ATM cards, and other valuables. U.S. citizen victims to date report that once the thieves withdrew funds using the ATM cards the U.S. citizens were released without further harm. U.S. citizens traveling from Copacabana should try to arrive during daylight hours, verify the final destination, and buy tickets directly at the Copacabana bus terminal rather than from third parties.

Bolivian police state that there are eight organized criminal groups operating in the La Paz area. The techniques employed by these groups vary, but there are a few major patterns that can be identified.

There have been reports of “false police” -- persons using police uniforms, identification, and even buildings modified to resemble police stations -- intercepting and robbing foreign tourists including U.S. citizens. Under Bolivian law, police need a warrant from the “fiscal” or prosecutor to detain a suspect. Any searches or seizures must occur at a bona fide police station in the presence of the fiscal. The warrant requirement also applies to suspected drug trafficking cases, although such searches and seizures may occur without a fiscal present. If detained, U.S. citizens should request to see the warrant and demand immediate contact with the nearest U.S. Consular Services (in La Paz, Cochabamba or Santa Cruz).

According to press reports, criminals using the “false police” method focus on foreigners in areas frequented by tourists including bus terminals and tourist markets such as Sagarnaga Street in La Paz. The perpetrators will identify a potential victim and have an accomplice typically driving a white taxi offer taxi services to the potential victim. They focus on European/American tourists who are not wearing a traditional “trekker” backpack and are traveling without a large number of bags. A few blocks after the potential victim boards the taxi another accomplice, pretending to be a recently arrived tourist, boards the taxi with the potential victim. With all the accomplices then in place, the “false police” stop the taxi, “search” the passengers, and rob the victim. As part of this scam, the false police may take the victim to a “false police” station.
A similar variation also introduces a “tourist” to the victims. This introduction can take place on a bus, taxi, train, or just walking down the street. The “tourist” will befriend the victims and might seek assistance in some manner. After a period of time, the “police” intercept the victims and the “tourist.” At this point, the “police” discover some sort of contraband (usually drugs) on the “tourist.” The entire group is then taken to the “police station.” At this point, the “police” seize the documents, credit cards, and ATM cards of the victims. The perpetrators obtain pin numbers, sometimes by threat of violence, and the scam is complete.


Another technique again introduces a “tourist” to the victims. This “tourist” can be any race or gender and will probably be able to speak the language of the victims. This meeting can happen anywhere and the goal of the “tourist” is to build the trust of the victims. Once a certain level of trust is obtained, the “tourist” suggests a particular mode of transportation to a location (usually a taxi). The “taxi” picks up the victims and the “tourist” and delivers the group to a safe house in the area. At this point the victims are informed that they are now kidnapped and are forced to give up their credit cards and ATM cards with pin numbers.

Bolivian police sources state that two Austrian citizens fell victim to this scam and had their bank accounts emptied through use of their ATM card. The perpetrators then suffocated the victims and buried them in clandestine graves, where police found their bodies on April 3, 2006. During that timeframe, a Spanish citizen also purportedly fell prey to this scam, and his body was found nearby.

In most instances, the victims are released, but violence is always a possibility. The techniques and the perpetrators are convincing. Authentic uniforms, badges, and props help persuade the victims that the situation is real and valid. All tourists visiting Bolivia should exercise extreme caution. If the tourist has doubts about a situation, the tourist should immediately remove him/herself from the scene. Thefts of bags, wallets, and backpacks are a problem throughout Bolivia, but especially in the tourist areas of downtown La Paz and the Altiplano. Most thefts involve two or three people who spot a potential victim and wait until the bag or backpack is placed on the ground, often at a restaurant, bus terminal, Internet cafĂ©, etc. In other cases, the thief places a disagreeable substance on the clothes or backpack of the intended victim, and then offers to assist the victim with the removal of the substance. While the person is distracted, the thief or an accomplice grabs the bag or backpack and flees. In such a situation, the visitor should decline assistance, secure the bag/backpack, and walk briskly from the area. To steal wallets and bags, thieves may spray water on the victim's neck, and while the person is distracted, an accomplice takes the wallet or bag. At times the thief poses as a policeman, and requests that the person accompany him to the police station, using a nearby taxi. The visitor should indicate a desire to contact the U.S. Embassy and not enter the taxi. Under no circumstances should you surrender ATM or credit cards, or release a PIN number. While most thefts do not involve violence, in some instances the victim has been physically harmed and forcibly searched for hidden valuables. This is particularly true in “choke and rob” assaults where the victims, including U.S. citizens, reported being choked from behind until they lost consciousness and later awoke to find all of their possessions gone. These assaults have happened during both day and night. Visitors should avoid being alone on the streets, especially at night and in isolated areas.


Well now that's encouraging. Why would anyone go there? Good question. The thing is, you can't take the State Department Website as the gospel. If you do, you will never leave your house. OK, you will leave your house but you will only go to Cancun. And I can't go to Cancun. Ever. But these travel advisories do make you think and I believe that is where their true value lies. The one takeaway is that you need to think and be aware of your surroundings and always pay attention. Paying attention is more than half the battle. People get into trouble and bad situations in these places simply by not paying attention. They walk around with their face in a map or a guidebook. They get distracted and leave openings for bad people. They wander into the wrong neighborhood. They carry too much shit. And the bad people are always watching you in a place like La Paz. You have to know it. And you have to be thinking about it every time you leave your hotel or hostel - "people are watching me, looking for an opening." If someone really wants to rob you, they're going to rob you. Sometimes you can't do anything about it and you are just in the wrong place at the wrong time. What you can do is try to make yourself a less attractive target than the next guy. And looking around, I generally find that I am a less attractive target than others. There is always someone more stupid than me (generally many) wherever I travel and I can guarantee that people are carrying more shit than me. You can't eliminate danger but you can mitigate it. My camera did get stolen later in Bolivia. Totally my fault. I'll talk about it in the Sucre section. But fortunately for me and others like me, there are enough total morons in the world who usually provide cover.


Driving into La Paz is a shock to the senses. The chaos and poverty strikes you as you reach the suburbs - traffic, roads closed for no apparent reason, garbage, crumbling homes, thousands of people in the streets, and, for us at least, a giant protest of some kind. I never found out what it was for but most protests in Latin America involve farmers and/or teachers. The two represent some of the most hard-working and underpaid people in all of the countries. They also team up a lot on protests and often times the truck and bus drivers support them which leads to total shut downs of cities. The locals generally just shrug off the inconvenience and make due. Fortunately we were catching the tail end of a multi day protest so the roads were opening up and the cops and soldiers were putting away their guns and tear gas.

La Paz is one of the few places in which I have arrived with such a sense of disbelief. The bus would its way through town and dropped us off at what appeared to be an arbitrary location on a street corner. With our bags in hand and US State Dept warnings in our head, we made sure that we grabbed a legitimate taxi after letting several of the questionable ones pass that nonetheless kept trying to pick us up. Our driver was a curious, toothless, amiable guy who had a million questions for us. He couldn't quite get his head around the fact that Roos wasn't my wife or girlfriend and we were traveling together. I didn't catch all that he said but I'm pretty sure he concluded that only a homosexual would travel with a cute European girl without having sex with her. In any case, the first person we encountered in La Paz was welcoming and friendly and seemed genuinely concerned about or safety as he also told us to be careful. He mostly said we should watch our stuff. We found all of the other locals we met in Bolivia to be honest and hard working people, if they could find work. I wouldn't characterize them as friendly overall but definitely polite and all willing to help. The friendly thing is also probably part cultural bias. They are much more reserved than westerners overall. But I certainly never felt like I was about to be kidnapped.

I have not had a computer for almost a month (beer in keyboard) so I am getting further and further behind. I am borrowing a computer and will either get mine fixed or buy another. I will know tomorrow.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Bolivia (two months late) is not a Destination Resort

I am really going to attempt to get myself up to date over the next couple of weeks. A lot has happened since Peru.

Into Bolivia - Hardcore, Third World

After separating and following my near death by poisoning in Peru, my Dutch friend, Roos, and I wanted to hook up and travel through Bolivia together. My first experience with Bolivia was when I tried to get into the country. No problem for the other 80 people on my bus because they were all European. The US government has not been very nice to Bolivia. Combine that with a totally crooked government lead by the only indigenous leader in the Americas who also has a serious ax to grind and you have a formula for all kinds of border crossing fun for US citizens. For starters, we have to pay $130 to enter the country and get a special adhesive stamp placed in our passports. Everyone else gets in free. Secondly, we have to fill out five forms, one of them declaring that we are not in the US military or with the CIA. As the Euros were breezing through customs, I was in the interrogation room with good cop/bad cop asking me questions about my intentions for coming into the country. With everyone (except lone American) back on the bus waiting to cross, all of my paperwork seemed to be in order and now it was time to pay my fee and be on my way. Not so fast. It seems that they only wanted American dollars and they couldn't take credit cards. They also didn't want Peruvian Soles (which I had a sufficient supply of to pay for my visa). I had $40 US and $250 in Soles at the official exchange rate. There was a guy with a little stand selling cigarettes and other stuff who could change my Peruvian money for Bolivianos. But not at the official bank rate of course. I quickly turned $250 into $60 (can you say shakedown) so I was $30 short. I went back to the bus and pleaded for a loan until I could repay in Copacabana and some cool Norwegians came through with a loan (the Dutch, Danish, and Norwegians are now what I consider some of the greatest people on earth). I went back to the customs guys and because I was paying in their home currency and not dollars, there would be a "surcharge." See where this is going? Everyone has now been on the bus for 40 minutes watching me go back and forth and scrambling to get myself across the border. Most of them very amused, a few annoyed. But just about everyone at this point was ready to pitch in and do whatever it took to get me across. I went back to the bus and this time five people followed me off the bus to tell these dickheads to let me in, that I had paid, and were offering to pay them whatever their stupid "surcharge" was. So, with 20 more dollars in their shitty currency in their hands, I was able to get back on the bus to a rousing round of applause and we proceeded on to Copacabana.

Copacabana - No, not THAT Copacabana

The bus takes you directly from Puno, Peru to Copacabana in Bolivia, which is also on Lake Titicaca. In terms of geography, they are identical. And even though Peru is poor and Puno is a poor part of Peru, you can sense that Bolivia is even poorer as soon as you enter. This is true even though Copacabana is a bit of a tourist/traveler hub. And although this is the case, Copacabana is much more charming than Puno. It's a much smaller town and it seems like they are really trying. Some of the lodging is of very good value and I even found a place that served a mean American breakfast. My friend Roos was paying something like $3 a night for a hostel with breakfast included. And it was actually clean which is more than I can say about many places I/we stayed in Peru.

After getting some cash and finding a room, I went down to the center part of town (I would say downtown but the place is tiny) because I needed to pay back my loans from the passengers on my bus. I felt obliged to buy some beers for their efforts and nobody objected so I paid them back and we threw back some $.50 beers until I could go track down Roos.

I was able to find Roos and of course we decided that we should have more beers. We had been told before Bolivia that the people were awful and really hated gringos. We found this not to be the case, at least in Copacabana. The people were much more civil than the people in Puno, Peru which is where I had come from. Or Peru in general for that matter. The street vendors are not aggressive and not in your face like the Peruvians and the people seem almost amused by your presence as opposed to the feeling from the Peruvians that you are a walking ATM. Anyway, Roos and I decided to go have dinner at one of the restaurants on the main street that leads to the lake, which is where all the backpacker/travelers hang out. The places are geared only for that crowd. In fact, the town has experienced exponential growth in the past five years or so because it is now on the South America circuit. The circuit that I am starting to find annoying (that's another story). We received our first taste of the indifferent and slow Bolivian service which we would experience for the next six weeks as we traveled through the country. As is also normally the case in Bolivia, the food was mediocre at best. Getting a refill on your drink and getting check are next to impossible, another Bolivia trademark. We went out and walked around town and asked a local if their was anywhere we could go for a drink. He said "no, no, no, es MUY tarde" (no, no, no, it's VERY late). It was 9 PM. He was right, everything was closed.

The next day Roos went on a tour to an island on Lake Titicaca and I stayed back to explore town and the surroundings since we were leaving for La Paz the next day. The main attraction in town is the cerro (which translates to a hill but it usually means a pretty significant hill). The town is already at almost 13000 feet and the cerro is about 800 feet straight up from town. Needless to say, it's work getting to the top. I only say this because of what you find when you get there. The cerro itself is a huge rock formation right next to the lake. They have built steps into the rock and there is a Jesus statue or cross on top, I can't remember which. Lots of cerros/high points in Latin America have Jesus or a cross. The Latin Americans are allegedly all Catholic, even though the divorce rate in all of the countries is probably 70% and perhaps half of the children are born out of wedlock which only serves to further undermine my complete disdain for organized religion. Honestly, it's completely meaningless here. I had no idea. I thought the fact that the whole continent was supposedly religious was very significant. It turns out that it's just confusing. The women do actually have to hold themselves to some set of standards but the men can literally do anything they want. So they build giant Jesus statues and big crosses to make everyone feel better. The one thing I wanted to do in town (and the only thing to do unless you go on some kind of tour) was climb the cerro.

The road to the cerro goes straight up out of town and then the cerro itself goes straight up with stone steps cut into the side. The climb up is steep and difficult. Very difficult. The reason I make this point is that you climb and climb up the maze of steps and when you reach the top, you see two of the most unexpected things - vendors and trash. The amount of trash in both Peru and Bolivia is staggering. That is a whole separate story of its own. The scale is immense, especially in the context of how many other places in other countries have the same problem. I've only seen a couple and have tried in my head to extrapolate what I have seen across other parts of the two countries, all of South America, and the rest of the world. Virtually all of it ends up in the ocean at some point. It just can't go on forever with no consequences. It is really something to see and think about. There must be 50 vendors who are selling everything from soft drinks and bottled water (heavy) to really shitty plastic toys. And they have tons of them. I couldn't get over the fact that these people (at least someone) hauled all this stuff up here. There were a fair number of people up there but not enough to justify carrying hundreds of pounds of water and cheap toys up several hundred feet at that altitude. Or any altitude. I guess desperate people will go to desperate measures to make a living. I could understand selling drinks up there - I was pretty happy to see a Gatorade when I got up there. But the toys? If you saw the place, you couldn't help but be puzzled. Apparently a lot of people light candles up there (there are thousands) for loved ones who are sick or perhaps who have recently passed away. The place is supposedly somehow sacred because it has the cross or Jesus statue or whatever it is. I can't remember and my camera that had photos of the place was stolen later in Bolivia.

There are lots of dogs on the streets of Bolivia, just like Peru. Most of them you can take one look at and know that you should avoid contact at all costs. But this dog adopted me as soon as I left my hostel and walked with me all day. It was actually one of the few dogs I had seen that didn't look like they were near death. He just wouldn't leave my side for some reason. And I hadn't fed it. So after going back to my hostel for a while it was time to go meet Roos for dinner. The dog was waiting for me and followed me into town. Pretty funny and relevant to the next part of the story.

Roos and I went to dinner and had another mediocre meal with the usual indifferent service and then found a place to have a drink that was open later than 9 PM. We played some Dutch card game and drank rum late into the night, unsure if we should have been consuming the ice cubes in our drinks. Impossible to get a drink even though there was nobody in the bar. And the bar was FREEZING cold as it was outside. Not a lot of heaters in Bolivia, including my hostel. Or this bar apparently. We left to walk Roos home and there was my new animal companion, waiting in the cold. We went to Roos' hostel and had to knock on the door for 10 or 15 minutes before someone finally opened the door. I left with the dog (we had given it a name but I can't remember it) and began walking the very dark streets of Copacabana. After my Peru experiences, I learned to always carry rocks in these places. A couple blocks down the road, my projectiles would come in handy. As we came to the "main" intersection in town, it was just me, the dog, and the other dogs out on the streets. Three of them saw us coming and just charged. My dog took off and met two of them head on. He immediately sent one off yelping and was tearing apart the other one. The third one was making a b-line for my white ass. I've never had a particularly strong throwing arm but I have always been accurate. I locked and loaded and plowed that motherf**ker right between the eyes. Adios amigo. My dog was chasing his victim down the street as I reloaded just in case. He came running back looking very satisfied with his work. I had leftover pizza which I immediately fed to him as a reward. He escorted me back to my hotel and I wondered if he would be waiting in the morning. I wanted to ship him back to the US. The next morning he was there to walk down to the bus with me. I bought him a bunch of fried trout before I got on the bus to La Paz with Roos. I was sad to leave him behind. I have no idea why he chose to follow me around but dogs are whores so I'm sure he's eating someone else's trout by now.

On to La Paz, a real life third world captial city.

Update, January 2010

I've been catching grief for all of my blog updates. You know, the ones that don't exist. For one thing, the Internet infrastructure in Chile and Southern Argentina is terrible. I can't figure out what's going on in Chile. The economy is the best in South America outside of Brazil and I believe better on a per-capita basis. But the food is horrible and their Internet infrastructure/access is possibly worse than in Bolivia. I have been down in Chile and Southern Argentina for the last month since coming back so I have been a bit limited. But I am changing my trip a bit and also my blog updates so anyone who wants to know where I am can find out. I'm going to keep adding some stories from places (I still need to add Bolivia, Argentina/Chile, and Uruguay).

I just got my visa for Brazil today so I am leaving on Sunday for Florianopolis. Laying low in Buenos Aires for a few days. Going to a bar that shows American football tonight to watch Texas/Alabama and then Saturday going down there to watch the playoffs with some people I met there last weekend. Hoping to find the Chargers game in Brazil next weekend.

First Bolivia update coming today.