We found out late last week that there was a new public holiday in Bolivia to celebrate the Aymara new year, usually it is only in La Paz that this is a day off but this year it spread to the whole of Bolivia, this meant that we had Monday off work, so a 3 day weekend and I finally got to do the Che trail.
We set off on our full cama bus which was very comfortable indeed at just after 8 o clock on Friday night. The bus journey although comfortable was one of the worst I have endured during my time here, infact only topped by the return journey! The trip was filled with a bad western movie, a crying baby, a woman who had this disgusting hacking cough which sounded as if she was being sick, people smoking on the bus, and the most unbearably stuffy and humid conditions. All in all a very fun 12 hour ride, punctuated by a 2.30am toilet stop in the middle of nowhere, with some pretty grim toilets lit by candlelight, probably for the best that we couldn´t see very much to be honest!
Samaipata was absolutely beautiful, probably my favourite place I have visited so far in Bolivia. It was clean, quiet, not polluted, had lovely restaurants and places to stay, the people were very warm. It felt very mediterranean, we only stayed a day but I could have stayed for weeks!
We grabbed some lunch in a nice little cafe called La Chakana, I had falafel for the first time in 2 months and it was so bloody good, I miss falafel and houmous so much! After lunch we headed off in search of some tour companys to get some quotes for the Che trail, we went to one which was pretty expensive and after this we stumbled upon a group called the road runners, they quoted us a much cheaper price and seemed like fun guys so we decided to go with them on the Saturday morning.
We sadly did not get a chance to go to El Fuente, the Inca ruins in Samaipata, because it was too late in the day, this was a shame because they are supposed to be pretty incredible and also everyone was descending on the town to celebrate the Aymara new year at the ruins. We went for a little hike up a hill and had a great view over the town. As everyone was apparently flocking to the town for the celebrations we were told it was going to be extremely difficult to find a bed for the night. The road runners suggested some places to us, and thankfully the first place we tried had room for us. We got a room for the 5 of us, four of us had beds, Jamie ended up on a mattress on the floor! in a hostel run by this really sweet old couple and it was only 25bs each (2.50!) very cheap, it was a marked improvement on the dive of a hostel we stayed in in Chapare.
On Sunday morning we set off to the schoolhouse (now a museum) where Che was executed, it was unbelievable to be on the ground where he was killed, but at the same time incredibly sad. The museum had little artefacts and told the tale of Che and the guerillas, and there was a big wall with messages and photos of people who had visited. We went to try and speak to the lady who served Che his last meal but unfortunately she was not in, which was a shame.
We finally headed to the secret grave which was undiscovered for many years, the bodies no longer lie here, they were exhumed, and Che´s was returned to Cuba. The bodies were hidden for many years, and once they were located, the only reason they knew it was Che was because his hands had been cut off, something which was done so that he could not be identified infact worked in completely the opposite way
This marked the end of the Che trail, I am so glad that I got to do it and I can leave Bolivia and indeed South America content in the knowledge that I managed to fulfil one of my main aims of my trip. We took in beautiful landscape and scenery, stayed in picturesque towns but most importantly we followed the trail of the last moments of the revolutionary icon. I will never forget the trip, it was definitely my favourite I have undertaken in Bolivia.
We left Vallegrande on a "semi-cama" bus which infact was just a regular coach! Me and Rocio were stuck in the backrow so our seats did not recline at all, it was truly the most uncomfortable 12 hours ever! The road was the most awful I have been on in Bolivia, I could not see much of it, but it just felt truly horrendous, it was so bumpy. Add to this a woman next to me who was leaning on me and snoring, a couple of really loud obnoxious German girls, and the bus getting a flat tyre at 2.30 in the morning meaning we all had to get off and wait at the side of the road! and you have the bus journey from hell. Safe to say I got pretty much no sleep, but it was worth it for the weekend we had had.
The Che trail was amazing and I feel extremely lucky to have been able to visit all the different places we did over the weekend. Vive Che!
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