Bye bye Bolivia!

Supa de porumb, salata de rosii cu muulta ceapa, vita si peste prajjit cu multi cartofi. Bine ati venit in Rom…Chile!

Pe insula e frig. Atat de frig incat Cristinei ii ajung la limita 6 paturi si un Mihai. Insula e la 4000 de metrii.
Aici oxigenul e mai subtire. Localnici l-au ascuns bine si il impart cu zgarcenie. Ei merg sprinten in timp ce pentru tine, saracul turist, fiecare treapta e o incercare. Pe insula turmele de turisti panicati, cu frica si neincredere in ochi, se opresc des sa isi traga sufletul. Pe insula vezi apusul de la 4200m.

On the island you feel cold. So cold that 6 blankets and a Mihai are barely adequate for Cristina. The island stands at 4000m. Oxigen is thinner here. Locals have it well hidden and share it sparingly. They walk springlike while for you, the poor tourist, every step is a new challenge. On the island the herds of panicked tourists, fear and disbelief in their eyes, stop often to catch their breath. On the island you see the sunset from 4200m.

Pe insula imparti o casa cu o  familie locala. Mananci supa de quinoa, cartofi, branza si rosii (suna aproape romaneste daca uitam de quinoa). Pe insula bei ceai de muna si Te Macho(coca, muna, eucalipt, pisco, lamaie si apa calda). Uiti momentan de oxigen.

On the island you share a home with a local family. You eat quinoa soup, potatoes, cheese and tomatoes. On the island you drink muna tea and Te Macho(coca, muna, eucalyptus, pisco, how water). You forget momentarily about the oxigen.

Pe insula te imbraci in haine traditionale si dansezi la caminul cultural. Localnici probabil dau drumul la tevi secrete si inunda sala cu oxigen. Masele de turisti țopăie vesele.

On the island you dress in traditional clothing and dance in the village club. The locals probably open the secret pipes and flood the hall with oxygen. The turists jump with happyness.

Cel mai important, pe insula te uiti la cer.

Most important, on the island you look at the night sky.