Project O.S.C.A.R.

The high standard of western technology took care of my transport to the airport of La Paz, Bolivia’s largest city. Immediately, I am short of breath, reminding me that I am now 3600 m above sea level. I am arriving at night and luckly meet the driver of O.S.C.A.R. at the airport. He’s living in the camp, but occasionally drives to La Paz to transport mail, parcels, food and other goods between the camp and La Paz.

The next day, he takes me with him to the camp: a most scenic eight hour drive from the cold and dry highlands to the hot and fruitful jungle, „yungas“. Little by little the landscape changes through the plants that grow greener, lusher and taller. The air becomes moist, I have already removed several layers of clothing and start thinking about my mosquio repellent spray.

Since about an hour drive from La Paz, the road has changed from asphalt to a „sand and stones“-path. Every car produces a huge cloud of dust. I can feel sand between my teeth.

Again, I arrive at night. Thick forrest with thousands of unknown noises. Insects, moisture, spiders, dirt. Honestly, I couldn’t feel more uncomfortable.