Kidnap in the Altiplano

Ruth Tauber

Wow

The first word, so empty of the magnitude of the experience, my shaken hand could pencil so gingerly onto the page of my travel journal in the aftermath of that day.

We had been travelling with friends in Peru for two weeks before then, taking in the magnificent Maccu Picchu, and visiting a friend who had been living in this strange country with its thin air and rough, beautiful mountains.

On leaving this friend, we ventured west, to discover in reality the magic that had been promised to us in travellers tales of Bolivia. The temptation of salt deserts and carnivals concealed any notion of danger. ... (continues)