Ever wondered where trains go to die ? Well it´s a small place in the middle of Bolivia and very weird to see over 100 rusting steam locomotives. Supposedly the first train was brought by the English so in many ways it was fitting that I should be saying goodbye to the age of steam.
The country is so poor but as always the people thrive on their sense of humours. Walter (our driver) and Rosemarie (his wife and cook) are such lovely people. Tonight she downed a beer in one, then showed me how to dance. In return I took some portrait shots of the two of them and promised to send a copy once I get back to the UK.
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