Today started off as most Sundays here in Bolivia (for me and all the other foreigners): with a mild hangover and the desire not to waste yet another entire day in bed (sorry, Saturday!).
So my housemates and I decided to climb up to the Cristo and get the blood pumping. B We dragged along the very strong and very poorly trained Bruno with us, too. B Thank goodness we have a big strong man in the house now because even with two of us on the leash, he can still manage to pull us around. B Carsten to the rescue!
It took us a ridiculously long time to get up between our hangovers, being relative newbies to the elevation, and Bruno – who is terribly out of shape (poor baby) and kept insisting we stop. B Although in his defense, it was pretty darn warm outside.
Once at the top, we took turns climbing up inside the Cristo. B For reference, we got as high as his arms before they blocked off the remaining steps. B So the views are from Jesus’ chest. B Or his heart, if that makes you feel warm and fuzzy.
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