In the cold

Hanging around La Paz waiting for the coca farmers to open up their blockade against: " we refuse to let the government control our coca farming" so that I could bike down the world's most dangerous road, we decided get on to a somewhat rickety- looking bus to go to some famous ruins outside of town. Only to find out that we had caught the wrong bus and this one was heading out for the andean mountains...
 As a Swede I realized that I had to let go of the well known saying that we are taught as children in kindergarden; (and stick to until we die) : "There are no bad weathers only bad clothing" and head out in the snowy mountain in my trainers which instantly of course got soaked.
Hiking for a few hours up the mountain over 5100 metres I was looking enviously at all the mountaineers in their top gear and thinking about my christmas list...

Needless to say that as we were sitting at the back of this bus and saw the driver still reversing whilst we had passed the edge of the mountain we decided to jump out of the bus asap which was :barefoot and hope to find a way to get down the mountain without our shoes and bags...