[for one our a assignments in our field studies class, we had to give a running commentary of what we observed. for this, i didn't look at the computer as i typed, but just out the window at everything we were passing on our way to potosí.]
son las once y media y estamos en un bus viendo a potosí. muchas montañas, muchos cacti, muy secado. it's 11:30 am and we are on the bus going to potosí. a lot of mountains, cacti, very dry. clothes lying out on a fence of bushes. cows grazing by the road in a fenceless lawn. green hanging trees, rock face, trash and random fire pits sites, an apparent trail, a cloudless sky, a small (vegetable?) field, greenness, a bright looking gazebo-like thing, tijuana in canyonlands, a dirt soccer field, a ‘strip mall’, we gave one of the little boys one of our snack bags from the airplane and he looked like he had a new puppy and ran over to show his mom, we bought about five bottles of water through the window of the bus, two guys sitting on the guard rail in mid 90s (puffy, stripes down the sides) adidas jackets, mnr-mbl goni graffiti a ways off, a thatched roof house, farm-style with hacienda-ish gate, more land and light green bush, some dark green trees in the river bed, rocks on top of a tin roof. rows of green, ucs graffiti, another thatched roof long house on stilts, centro de capacitacion totacoa, more fields, all about five by six meter patches, a dry river bed, paceña, dirt pathways up to houses, telephone lines, salveitti (chicharonneria), more ucs, little cat-house-like tombstones in the hillsides with crosses in them (two next to each other, more earlier), jesus thorn bush, ‘telefono 1km’ sign, dried up cactus, cows grazing on dirt hillside, a few trees, a few cacti more hills, no people here, honk as we pass a yellow truck on the windy mountain road, shifting gears, big tall (100-150 feet) trees with blurbs of green branches look like doodles from notebooks, we pass another bus just like ours, lots of cacti and what looks like sagebrush, a brown cow grazing at the bottom of a tree at a perfect 45˚ angle, a little town with bulldozers in the back, ‘rhododendron trees’, ucs, sheep, walls of bricks (to sell?), a few more tall trees in a dry river bed, lambs, billy goats too?, passing a dump/mack truck with people sitting in the top/bed, more latin american sagebrush and cacti and hills, lone stone building on a hill, moss or dry grass (i can’t tell), an indigenous woman hitchhiking, eucalyptus trees?, old man sitting on the side of the road in a purple seater and red baseball hat and blue pants, km 27, chalk in the mountain side?, more dry mountains, gates, pig pen and no house (at least on this side of the road), we’re going down the mountain i just realized, another building with three white stars painted near the top on a grey background, more rhododendron trees, by the way, this is a very paved highway with a rain drain on the side (and painted lines!), km 31, two people up on the hill about 30 yards from a 3 by 2 meter brick structure, km 32, shale, 3 by 6 meter house with clothes line out, two indigenous people walking on the side, a tire fell off the top of the bus so we go in reverse about 100-150 yards, park the bus, get out for a bit while the driver runs up the road to get the tire that had rolled down the side of the hill a bit, and now we’re back on the road again, cemetery down below (coffins about 1 foot above ground, all with headstones with crosses), ¡two magnificent bright green and yellow birds chasing each other!, bushes with yellow (think skinny scotch broom trees), the flora is greener, we must be getting lower, hillsides that look like small deciduous forrests without any grass, just dirt, cross by the side of the road, more dryness, one bright green tree in the middle of other dry ones, cairn on the side of the hill, skeleton trees (we’re getting out of winter here), zona geologica, small stick table, thing, very low river, very cool bridge with fortress-like supports on either end, bigger valley now, small town
son las once y media y estamos en un bus viendo a potosí. muchas montañas, muchos cacti, muy secado. it's 11:30 am and we are on the bus going to potosí. a lot of mountains, cacti, very dry. clothes lying out on a fence of bushes. cows grazing by the road in a fenceless lawn. green hanging trees, rock face, trash and random fire pits sites, an apparent trail, a cloudless sky, a small (vegetable?) field, greenness, a bright looking gazebo-like thing, tijuana in canyonlands, a dirt soccer field, a ‘strip mall’, we gave one of the little boys one of our snack bags from the airplane and he looked like he had a new puppy and ran over to show his mom, we bought about five bottles of water through the window of the bus, two guys sitting on the guard rail in mid 90s (puffy, stripes down the sides) adidas jackets, mnr-mbl goni graffiti a ways off, a thatched roof house, farm-style with hacienda-ish gate, more land and light green bush, some dark green trees in the river bed, rocks on top of a tin roof. rows of green, ucs graffiti, another thatched roof long house on stilts, centro de capacitacion totacoa, more fields, all about five by six meter patches, a dry river bed, paceña, dirt pathways up to houses, telephone lines, salveitti (chicharonneria), more ucs, little cat-house-like tombstones in the hillsides with crosses in them (two next to each other, more earlier), jesus thorn bush, ‘telefono 1km’ sign, dried up cactus, cows grazing on dirt hillside, a few trees, a few cacti more hills, no people here, honk as we pass a yellow truck on the windy mountain road, shifting gears, big tall (100-150 feet) trees with blurbs of green branches look like doodles from notebooks, we pass another bus just like ours, lots of cacti and what looks like sagebrush, a brown cow grazing at the bottom of a tree at a perfect 45˚ angle, a little town with bulldozers in the back, ‘rhododendron trees’, ucs, sheep, walls of bricks (to sell?), a few more tall trees in a dry river bed, lambs, billy goats too?, passing a dump/mack truck with people sitting in the top/bed, more latin american sagebrush and cacti and hills, lone stone building on a hill, moss or dry grass (i can’t tell), an indigenous woman hitchhiking, eucalyptus trees?, old man sitting on the side of the road in a purple seater and red baseball hat and blue pants, km 27, chalk in the mountain side?, more dry mountains, gates, pig pen and no house (at least on this side of the road), we’re going down the mountain i just realized, another building with three white stars painted near the top on a grey background, more rhododendron trees, by the way, this is a very paved highway with a rain drain on the side (and painted lines!), km 31, two people up on the hill about 30 yards from a 3 by 2 meter brick structure, km 32, shale, 3 by 6 meter house with clothes line out, two indigenous people walking on the side, a tire fell off the top of the bus so we go in reverse about 100-150 yards, park the bus, get out for a bit while the driver runs up the road to get the tire that had rolled down the side of the hill a bit, and now we’re back on the road again, cemetery down below (coffins about 1 foot above ground, all with headstones with crosses), ¡two magnificent bright green and yellow birds chasing each other!, bushes with yellow (think skinny scotch broom trees), the flora is greener, we must be getting lower, hillsides that look like small deciduous forrests without any grass, just dirt, cross by the side of the road, more dryness, one bright green tree in the middle of other dry ones, cairn on the side of the hill, skeleton trees (we’re getting out of winter here), zona geologica, small stick table, thing, very low river, very cool bridge with fortress-like supports on either end, bigger valley now, small town
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