As departure time approached - 3.30pm, the station became a hive of activity, of locals taking advantage of the few timetabled services, though possibly outnumbered by the tourist contingent, mostly headed for Uyuni and the spectacular salt flats and other related geographical features of the region. The rolling stock, with its single blue and yellow diesel locomotive arrived about thirty minutes prior to departure time. All seating is assigned, seat 19 in coach 1558 was my home for the next six hours or so. Coach 1558 was a product of Fiat. The 'Expreso Del Sur' operates twice weekly between Oruro and Villazon on the Argentine border, like a lot of travel in Bolivia, the longer distance services generally operate at night.
Departure was on time, with a slow exit from Oruro, past a great deal of modest housing and run down businesses. For much of the journey the line followed the edge of the great salt flats, the country was generally undulating, though the extreme altitude no doubt added to the labours of the locomotive. For a while a metalled road paralleled us, but after about sixty miles it turned to a dirt track, surprisingly used by an overnight bus service between Oruro & Uyuni. The nine hour journey is only possible if it doesn't rain, then the road becomes impassable.
The view from the window changed little, on the east side were the mountains, on the west side were the unfolding vistas of the salt playas and volcanic outcroppings. Every so often, in the middle of nowhere one would encounter a local Indian woman with a flock of sheep, perhaps with a few donkeys and llamas. Around the shallow lakes were huge flocks of flamingos. Occasionally a passing loop would be encountered and from time to time strings of wagons were parked in remote sidings, usually awaiting loading with mineral ores of some sort. Many closed stations were passed, all still proudly showing their nameboards. We stopped at one, our coach had developed a noisy roof ventilator, the on-board fitter could not solve the problem from inside the coach, armed with a milk crate and a screwdriver we were not in the least bit surprised. Once stopped he was quickly on the roof with the coach conductor sorting out this noisy fan.
After a short while the inevitable movies were shown, this time it was the delights of 'The Mission' & 'The Specialist', the steamy parts of the latter movie involving Mr Stallone & Ms Stone were fast forwarded by the conductor. Despite the relatively modern rolling stock being used it quickly became apparent that the local red dust from the salt playas found its way into every nook and cranny in the train, the window ledges were caked in the stuff.
As the evening wore on three things happened, the sunset provided an amazing display of colours and shadows, a short while later a full moon rose in the east spreading a yellowy light on this rather barren landscape. Thirdly I became increasingly aware that my seat was most uncomfortable and despite the ample leg room it was difficult to find a comfortable position. Our arrival at Uyuni close to time at about 9.30pm brought relief to my aching back. Fortunately it was dark so the grim reality of Uyuni was hidden until the next morning. The Hotel Avenida, across the street from the station (well in Uyuni everything is across the street from the station) provided a basic room for 40 Bolivars. It had indoor plumbing and a TV with two channels, the one that came in clearest was showing 'Out of Africa', dubbed in Spanish of course. After the adventures of this day, including a good dose of sunburn, sleep came quickly.
Tuesday October 22nd 2002 - Uyuni
There is not a lot in Uyuni, it is the starting point for four wheel drive tours to the Salar de Uyuni, one of the world's largest salt playas, featuring many strange and wonderful geological features. The guide book states the Uyuni is 'climacticly challenged', to visit here for any other reason can only draw doubts about one's sanity. But there is another draw for the tourist here, just. It can be found three kilometres south of the station (the guide book said one kilometre!). The former operator of the Bolivian Railway network has cleverly abandoned about a dozen steam locomotives, and other assorted railway junk, at the junction of the lines to Argentina & Chile.
But first a visit was paid to a steam locomotive displayed a short distance north of the station in the middle of Av Ferroviaria. If the builders plate is correct it is Hunslet 1103-1912, when it was last used I have no idea. We returned to the station to obtain a ticket for the return to Oruro. Fortunately the imminent departure of the railcar to Potosi meant that the ticket window was manned. A 1967 Ferrostaal (Essen, Germany) built railcar, number 337 was scheduled to work the 10am Uyuni - Potosi service. At this point in time it had one passenger.
With the ticketing formalities completed the trek was commenced to the steam graveyard, the walk was warm and dusty, the prevailing winds had blown every piece of rubbish possible towards my destination. Not helping the matter was a particularly thorny little pale green bush that populated the area, it grabbed hold of every loose piece of plastic and paper, turning itself into a grotesque rubbish plant.
Sitting happily north of the station on Av Ferroviaria is a Hunslet steam locomotive, looking remarkably sharp in the crisp morning sunshine. In travelling through a number of Bolivia's cities it is interesting to note that the median strips are kept well groomed. On a number of occasions workers were carefully tending to the plants, all carefully protected by miles of ornamental iron railings. That some of the streets contained potholes capable of swallowing whole cars seemed to go un-noticed.
Sure enough after a hard slog the scrapyard was reached and still present were about a dozen steam locomotives in various states of serious decay. Locomotives from the workshops of Beyer Garrett, Baldwin and North British stood defiant in the dusty Bolivian landscape. The yard also contained many wagons and some seriously deformed coaches. The scrapman seemed to have randomly attacked things, cab parts were strewn about, far removed from the locomotives they were once fitted to. The distinctive water tanks carried by the Beyer Garretts were tossed around like cardboard boxes. It appears that the rail connection to the yard has now been removed. Whilst taking a siesta prior to walking back to town a number of German tourist stopped by, despite its remote location the scrapyard is well visited.
The trek back to town was taken at a leisurely pace, my train wasn't due to arrive until midnight, and we had just covered the one tourist attraction in town. The town square provided a tree shaded place to while away the hours. I was not alone, those adventurers taking the four wheel drive tours often faced long delays whilst empty seats waited to be filled. Fortunately the day was sunny and mild, Uyuni is infamous throughout Bolivia for its challenging climate, particularly cold in winter. But now spring was almost here and the rainy season had not yet started. With a good book to read and a bible study to complete the clock ticked onward.
Lunch was of course pizza, Uyuni is famous for its plethora of restaurants serving pizza, presumably an offshoot of the tourist trade. Mine was an Hawaiian pizza and a large bottle of Coke. Coke must be the most advertised thing in Bolivia, no matter where you turn, its always much better with Coke! A distant air horn suggested a visit to the station to see what was up. Sure enough an FCA diesel was marshalling a freight train at the west end of the yard. The locomotive paid a brief visit to the station to have its radiators topped up. Whilst taking a couple of photographs the station policeman paid a visit! After a couple of broken phrases in English & Spanish I whipped out my phrase book to see if we could make sense of the situation. The policeman took hold of the phrase book and started to thumb through it, and to my surprise started to sound out many of the phrases in English, well sort of. For the next hour an English/Spanish lesson took place on the platform at Uyuni. One piece of information gleaned from this exchange was that there were a number of steam locomotives in the yard opposite Uyuni station, hidden amongst all the freight cars.
|The 10am departure from Uyuni to Potosi is by railcar, the train will follow the mainline northwards towards Oruro before taking the Potosi line at Rio Mulatos.
||Uyuni's population is mostly employed by government agencies, tourism & mining. The latter is still important, principally in salt extraction, and as a reflection of the impact of mining on the area the City has 'preserved' this Hunslet on a substantial plinth just north of the station. The number 551 is carried on the buffer beam, the builder's plate reads Hunslet 1103-1912.
||During the afternoon all was quiet in downtown Uyuni, apart from the music coming from one restaurant, their music collection seemed to be entirely Pink Floyd. However an air horn sounded at the station, it belonged to 1008 doing some shunting in the yard north of the station.
||After a bit of shunting the locomotive pulled up to the station and made use of the water supply to top up its radiators. After that it disappeared up to the north end of the yard, still being there when my train finally pulled out around midnight. In the maze of tracks behind the locomotive were a number of steam locomotives.
The evening was spent at the station, mercifully the returning service from Villazon was on time, my ticket was for the same coach, this time it was seat number 13, again a window seat.
Wednesday October 23rd 2002 - Uyuni to La Paz
With departure just after midnight and six hours or so to Oruro, it was time for a bit of shut-eye, the conductor obligingly dimming the coach lights. Despite the none too comfortable seat sleep came easily after such a long day. Oruro was reached on time, another sunny, clear day on the altiplano. A brisk walk to the bus terminal was followed by the rapid purchase of a bus ticket to La Paz. Four hours later we were at La Paz, after several tries at getting a hotel room the Hotel Oruro (what else!), on the Plaza Alonzo de Mendoza, provided a reasonable room on its fourth floor, with a grand south facing view overlooking downtown La Paz.
The afternoon was spent sightseeing, and checking out the Burger King fast food restaurant. During the afternoon it rained, as it always seemed to do.
Thursday October 24th 2002 - La Paz - Viacha - LaPaz
The early morning mists soon burned off leaving a bright blue sky over La Paz. We wandered up to the bus station to find a bus to Viacha, apparently there weren't any. You had to take trufi to El Alto and then change there into a trufi to Viacha. So the easier option was taken, a radio taxi for the grand sum of 60 Bolivars. The exchange between my driver and his dispatcher concerning 'el turisto' going to Viacha brought some chuckles over the radio! So off we went, back past the airport, in view were a number of aging and partially dismantled DC3's. Downtown El Alto was truly a revelation, quickly left behind as our road paralleled the railway line to Viacha.
Arriving in the town square, with no sign of the locomotive workshops a couple of school boys pointed us in a southerly direction. Negotiating the cobbled, pothole ridden backstreets off Viacha we somehow ended up outside the army barracks. The soldiers were better able to direct us and within minutes having negotiated some fine looking cart tracks we arrived at the workshops. As usual the workshops were guarded, this time by two armed policeman. As expected without the necessary authorisation access was denied, the policeman informing me that the 'Director' who could make the authorisation was not at the workshops today!
However my taxi driver, Gregorio, and the two policeman seemed disappointed (clearly more than I was), and with the help of the taxi company's English speaking dispatcher, they endeavoured to contact the FCA offices in La Paz. As usual bureacracy and paper work got in the way, so it was left for Gregorio to return me to the delights of La Paz. Whether the workshops did hold the carcasses of those early Sulzers would remain a mystery to me for a little while longer.
Back in La Paz it was time for lunch, we broke down and tried the MacDonalds, the burger was good and there was ice in the drink! If you ask them nicely they'll let you tour their food preparation area! We hurried back to the hotel to avoid the mid-afternoon downpour. Out of the blue a phone call came through from Rosemary, the taxi company dispatcher, she had been working with the FCA office, and said we should go visit the FCA offices in downtown La Paz. A shortwhile later Gregorio and Rosemary turned up to whisk me off to the FCA offices. These were lower down in the 'well-to-do' part of La Paz. The offices appeared to be in a well maintained two storey Victorian era house. After presenting our written request it was a case of hurry up and wait. The answer came about an hour later, in the negative. Although it was all in Spanish it sounded like an answer right out of the company's rules & regulations book. The long suffering Gregorio returned me to my hotel, not an easy task in the evening 'rush hour' and in the midst of a particularly intense rainstorm. I thanked them profusely, grateful for their kindness and their interest in an Englishman's wild goose chase.
Friday October 25th 2002 - La Paz
My last day in La Paz was another one of exploration. My map showed the there used to be a railway station in the upper part of the city. This required a stiff climb, not too much of a problem in the cool morning air. The station looked like something right out of the Beeching era, a recent rain shower gave the impression the building was very much still in use. The clock was still showing right time, and the initials of its former owner, E.N.F.E. were still emblaisoned on the front. But it was all locked up and fenced off, the platforms were overgrown, though the rails were still in place. The ornate cast iron awnings still spanned the platforms, the apparent lack of a metal recycling industry in Bolivia having prevented there destruction. Interestingly some fine old views of La Paz on the walls of the MacDonald's restaurant included a view of the station area taken from an elevated position. It revealed tracks leaving only from the southern end of the station.
The clock still keeps time, the rain is still falling, but there are no trains for this grand old station.
A circumnavigation of the station, more steep narrow streets, revealed that the bridge at the south end of the station had been removed and much of the west side of the station yard was now occupied by a trucking and bus company (sounds familiar). Closer investigation revealed the presence of some railway 'workshops', present were some very rusty looking coaches. With no good news here it was back down the hill for more exploration.
This day the afternoon rain was delayed, it came about tea-time and with a vengeance. As well as very heavy rain there was a fine lightning show, made more interesting because of the lightning occurring lower down in the valley, somewhat below us. The rain continued long in to the night, it was still coming down hard when I made my last taxi trip, to the airport. The American Airlines flight was due to leave about 7am, one was supposed to be at the airport by at least 4.30am, which meant a very early departure from the hotel or roughing it at the airport for the night, either way one wouldn't get much sleep. Unbeknown to me the lack of flights between about 11pm and 6am allowed for the complete shutdown of the airport, lights out, doors locked including the entrance gates to the whole facility. A sweep by the security personnel revealed a number of travellers booked on early flights with the same idea as me!
With identity established the security guy wished us a quiet night, not an easy thing with the storm continuing to rage outside. Despite the rather firm seats and the cooling temperatures we dozed off from time to time, finally awakened by personnel opening up the airport for the new day.
Saturday October 26th 2002 - La Paz to Long Beach (via Santa Cruz)
The American Airlines flight from Miami spends about an hour at La Paz, does the short hop to Santa Cruz, spends about an hour there before heading north to Miami. Ticketing, customs & immigration proceeded swiftly, the Boeing 757 was on time, boarding was swift, we were soon accelerating down that long runway and into the thin air. As luck would have it as we turned east we flew right over Viacha, the railway workshops clearly visible alongside the very obvious railway lines.
The short hop over the snow-capped Cordillera Oriental took us into a completely different part of Bolivia. Looking more like Hampshire than Bolivia we touched down at Santa Cruz, seemingly a world away from La Paz and the altiplano. With an exchange of passengers, a check of all cabin baggage and refuelling of the plane we were slightly late in departing northwards for our trek across the Amazon Basin at 37,000'. Fine weather allowed for a grand South American geography lesson. Some magnificent thunderheads, towering masses of white caused occasional turbulence. Crossing the coast near..... we headed north over Jamaica & Cuba, the multi-hued blue waters of the Carribean swiftly disappearing underneath us.
Miami as usual was rather toasty, immigration & customs were quickly negotiated, my connection here was tight, a change of the gate didn't help. Our chariot to Dallas was one of the big Boeing 777's, a first for me, even more so as the plane was virtually empty. A brief connection at Dallas and we were on our last leg, home to Long Beach on a lightly loaded Boeing Super 80. Arrival was pretty much on time, the adventure over, except for the fact that, for your scribe, the fate of the Bolivian Sulzers still remains unanswered........
ENFE Diesel Roster
||Quantity||Builder||Wheel arrangement ||Details||1 ||1
||Hunslet 1904 / 39
||0-6-0 ||Diesel Mechanical 252hp.
||521-524 || 4 || Nippon-Sharyo 2620-24 / 68
||Bo-Bo|| Diesel Hydraulic 410hp
||841-845 || 5 || Hitachi-Kasado 12945-49 / 68
||Bo-Bo|| Diesel Hydraulic Model HGA-65BB
||846-847 || 2 || Sulzer 1949 & 1956
||Bo-Bo|| Diesel electric rod drive 730hp||
||951-970 || 20 || Hitachi-Mitsubishi 1968
||Bo-Bo-Bo|| Diesel Electric model BF18 970kW
||971-979 || 9 || General Electric Brazil
||Bo-Bo|| GE model U10B 875hp||
||980-981 || 2 || SLM-BBC 5294-95 / 85
||1001-1023 || 23 || Hitachi Mitsubishi 1978
||Bo-Bo-Bo|| model BFA-32M 1550kW||
Hitachi order numbers
ENFE 951 - 960, Hitachi (Mito) 63 - 72 of 1968 (o/n 110671.1, 2; 110681.1-4; 110691.1-4)
ENFE 1011, 1012, Hitachi (Mito) (o/n A20790.1; A20800.1) of 1978
ENFE 1018 - 1023, Hitachi (Mito) (o/n A20800.2-7) of 1978
A quantity (5?) of the 1978 order of Hitachi's were transferred to the FC Oriental.
In 1996 the ENFE locomotive fleet in the west was leased to the FC Andina. The active locomotives comprised members of the 841, 951 & 1001 Hitachi series of locomotives from 1968/78 and the 980 series SLM/BBC locomotives from 1985. Not every example of this fleet was operational.
For views of the Uyuni scrapyard click here.
For more on the Sulzers in Bolivia click here.
All errors & omissions are mine alone.
All information accurate as at October 2002.
Approxiamate exchange rate was US$1 = 7 Bolivars.
Miscellaneous views received from other contributors
|Several passengers watch 953 marshal some freight wagons at Oruro station.
Photograph courtesy Michael Ernst.
|FCA 962 manouevres at the south end of Oruro station. As with most large stations on the Bolivian system the entrance/exits to the stations are securely gated, the gates only being opened when trains arrive or depart.
Photograph courtesy Michael Ernst.
|FCA railcar 337 working a La Paz - Oruro service with six passengers & three crew. The railcar is stopped just outside of Oruro whilst the crew inspect something. Fare for the trip was 20 Bolivanos and took about four hours, which was comparable with the bus service, although the bus service was more frequent and heavily used.
Photograph courtesy Michael Ernst
|Although Uyuni is best associated with abandoned steam locomotives in Bolivia, a number of other locations still hold steam locomotives in various states of disrepair. This view is at Potosi. Whilst taking these views the photographer was shepherded to the Station Master's office for an explanation of what they were doing. All was well once it was confirmed that the views would not be used to belittle Bolivia or be used as negative propoganda.
Photograph courtesy Michael Ernst.