(This is the court that I shoot hoops on every morning in La Paz.)
On my way to Uyuni via Oruro today.
Early morning tourists litter the bus terminal. Oruro, Potosi, Sucre, Cochabamba, Las Yungas: all in different directions. As much as some of them bug me, its always comforting to see references I understand.
La Paz goes through all four seasons on a daily basis.
In the morning a very cold and foggy layer cusps the city with the possibility of it dropping into the minus celsius. Slowly at 10:00am Spring starts to take shape. You definitely feel like something is being born. By 1:00pm Summer brings its beaming rays of heat onto backs and shoulders of the Bolivians hustling through the streets - its time to take off your wool sweater. On the way home from a long day of internet connections and train station line ups the heat starts to subside. The sun starts to grow calmer and Fall begins to show its colours. By 8pm Autumn is in full swing, soothed by a nice cup of coca tea. Midnight strikes.
Cycle repeats.
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