The sleepy border between Peru and Bolivia was all I could have wished for. We passed Lake Titicaca - thought of my brother and the pictures I remember seeing from when he visited.
Upon arriving in La Paz a porter helped with my bags and bike. Waited as I ran to get my ticket to Oruro. Bus left five min later.
Storm clouds hung over the town as we pulled in. With some struggle I got all bags to a hotel by the station. The clerk was kind and welcoming - telling me that I could set up bike in the dining room if I needed a place to work.
I unboxed it and assembled without much trouble.
One step closer. Pump missing though...
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