Oruro, Bolivia
I think we're headed for that thunderstorm.
Hail covers the ground.
An early start and nice tailwinds made this an easy Century ride, Julie’s first of this trip. The altiplano is pretty flat and we could see thunderstorms developing 80 km away. We took refuge in an empty building in a schoolyard along with three other storm refugees; a man on a bike and a woman with a baby, as hail hammered the metal roof. School children swarmed into the room when school got out and peppered us with questions, just as the storm ended. We rode through wet plains just starting to green and saw vicuňas, who run gracefully with long necks bending to keep their heads level, much like their camelid relatives: camels and giraffes.
Two hours later the storm closes in.
