Torotoro National Park is only accessible from Cochabamba- and my only real reason for visiting the city. Having done some research as to where one needs to catch a bus or minivan from, I planned to depart at 05h30 to catch the 06h00 bus. However, in the process of making these plans I met my German neighbours, who were also planning on going to Torotoro the next morning. This was strange as I didnāt know I had neighbours :). It was two Airbnb apartments that were next door to one another. So we made a plan to head off to catch the quicker minivans later the next morning rather than at 05h30.
We arrived at the minivan stop at 08h05ā¦.and bought tickets ā¦but we were only three people on the list šĀ So we waitedā¦and waitedā¦.and two more tourists rocked up (Lena from Austria and Diego from Spain)- we were very happy! BUT this meant that we were STILL only half full! So we waitedā¦and waitedā¦and waited!! We kept asking when the van would leave and got different answers each time. Then, eventually were told that if by 10h30 no one else arrived we would leave. Having had enough of waiting though we asked if we could leave immediately if we purchased an extra ticket between us. The answer was YES! So we gathered an extra 7 bolivianos each, got in the vanā¦ and watched four more people arriveā¦and we left at 10h30!!! So not a very good investment on our part!! Dumb tourists! š
Having waited for 2.5 hours we were delighted to be off! However firstly we went around the blockā¦to our starting pointā¦then we stopped to try and figure out where to pick up another passengerā¦the driver was told she was east of usā¦very handy in a large city! If you are wondering how I know thisā¦ the German couple (Clemens and Nicole) spoke very good Spanish- mine has not improved to that level! We eventually found this girl, whose dad got off, she got on and we were off! Not for too long until we stopped at our first petrol station. The rule is that everyone gets out the vehicle while you refuel- which to me is dumb as you have a whole lot of extra bodies wondering around the petrol station with all the traffic… and I had to do a whole load of gymnastics to get over the bags next to me to get out. We took the opportunity to get a snack and use the toilets. All of us clambered back in and we were offā¦until about 20 minutes later when we stopped at another petrol stations and filled up, same procedure as last time. Not sure what we were filing this time? BUT WAIT- THEREāS MORE! 15 minutes later we stop to check our tyre pressure- this is just by the side of the road vendor. Our driver is concerned about the front tyres and keeps sticking his head out and asking the passenger to check the other tyre. In another 10 minutes we stop by ANOTHER petrol station!!! Yipā¦same procedure as last time again! This time the driver promised it was the lastā¦PHEW- he was right! Though it was also the last petrol station until we reached the village of Torotoro!! We were joking that the only thing Iām going to write about in my blog was not about the National Park but the petrol stations on the way to the National Park! I donāt think that we were far off!
We were finally on our wayā¦and joked around as to what else we could stop and fix/check or replace enroute! However, all was OK for the next few hours. We stopped by a market-which we thought meant that someone was getting off, however it was only for a few people to do some shopping, then we were back on the road! The whole road is being worked, construction everywhere and yet nothing is completed anywhere! To give you an idea the road is only 136km and takes 5-6 hours!!
As we got more uncomfortable on the longish journey we ended up stopping to check tyre pressure again at a local vendorā¦and didnāt get much further before we stopped on a bridge and had to change the tyre that had been giving up the ghost for the last few hours of bad road conditions! Iām glad that we changed this tyre as we were about to gain a whole lot of weight!! We were flagged down by a lady and her few kids and pallets of farm produce, all got in at a very tight squeeze! A few kilometres down the road a man flagged us down, and his whole family came to the road from the house. The driver asked how many people had to travel- he said all 5! Not wanting to lose any income all 5 got in. So we had 4 in the front- a girl sitting on her sisterās lap in the middle seat, myself and all the bags in the next 3 seats and 13 more people behind me! 18 in total! Some ladies were standing- or bending over for the next 45min- 1 hour! Even funnier was that with the stopping, fuss and 10 additional people, Diego did not wake up from his nap! š
The road passes through tiny villages and through riverbeds and towards the end climbs steeply by way of switchbacks to the village of Torotoro. The view becomes amazing from here too- you can view the strangely shaped mountainsā¦ they look like dinosaur teeth or spines that run along their backs! This is ironic as the National Park has been created to protect dinosaur heritage ā most specifically fossilised footprints.
Our journey lasted nearly 6 hours so we were super happy to get out and find our respective accommodation and meet up later for dinner! All most of us had eaten the whole day was junk food!