Map of Bolivia

 


The above map gives the best impression of just how mountainous the western side of Bolivia is.
This is where I spent all of my time - La Paz, Cochabamba, Sucre and Tarabuco (near Sucre).

The below map is a little easier to read.


Location: Bolivia

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