Travelling to Bolivia feels like stepping slightly off the map, into a country that hasn’t yet learned to perform itself for visitors. It’s raw and often uncomfortable in the best possible way.
La Paz, one of Bolivia’s capital cities (it shares that title with Sucre) spills down a canyon rather than rising up, all brick and cable cars and breathless altitude. Your lungs work harder here, but so do your senses. Markets hum with the smell of frying salteñas and diesel fumes; women in bowler hats move with quiet authority through the chaos, as if the city belongs to them more than anyone else.
Beyond the cities, the natural landscapes are like nowhere else. The famous Salar de Uyuni is an infinite white expanse where the sky collapses into itself and scale loses meaning.
Lake Titicaca, especially on the Bolivian side, retains a charm that its Peruvian neighbour has partly traded away. Take the boat to Isla del Sol, one of those rare places that reminds you that life is often better when you strip it down to the essential things that matter.
