La Paz, the highest capital city in the world. 3,650m (11,975ft) is the official figure even though the city sprawls over a vast and topographical diverse area. One afternoon I hiked up to the Kili Kili Miradorto have a look around at the indistinguishable barrios below. The next day I went even higher, taking the public transit cable cars above to El Alto. Perched at an impromptu mirador I observed the city below.
An endless ramble of ramshackle, thrown together, nonsensical array of mudbrick structures and rusted metal roofs reaching up the valley, around the bend as far as the eye could see. Through the fog and choking smog your eye can just make out the forms of skyscrapers, strewn equally illogically across the landscape.
"Oh shit city, reveal your secrets."
Urbanism. This isn't a city but a mega sprawl of urbanism, 2.3 million souls, growing and spreading still, beyond sight to an unseen and indefinite edge. Everything looks perfect from far away, but I think I've found an exception. Too harsh of words? I'm trying to be real, not idyllic, grasping at all forms of inspiration as they come.