More often than not, when I travel I don’t take away anything bigger than something that can fit in my pocket. Usually this means a piece of jewelry, or a piece of dirt (Seriously. Well, more like a rock or some such artefact.)
This is for a few reasons. Firstly, I really don’t need anything, my mom is a pack rat and I have rebelled against this my whole life, and lastly but most importantly, my photographs are my most important memento of anyplace I’ve been.
My recent trip to Bolivia was no different. Souvenir shops brim with handcrafts of all types – purses, sweaters, scarves, kitchenware and lots more. The most interesting items I happened across were handmade coats. Speaking to the salesgirl she explained that coats could be turned around in as little as two days for the modest price of less than $250. I didn’t have time to get anything made, but that doesn’t mean I can’t order online...
In the mean time, I bought nothing. But of course there’s my photos. And there are lots. Though photography was not quite as tricky as Egypt, it can be tough in South America as there are some (especially older people) who believe that your soul is stolen by the camera.
With that in mind, I chose my opportunities wisely and cautiously. You can take a look at some of those photos here.
And I am going to think about the coat.