Magazine # 36
RELEASE DATE: 2014-02-01
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EDITORIAL BY AMARU VILLANUEVA RANCE
It would be possible to connect forty thousand hamlets […] with a spider web of six-foot-wide trails […] providing the country with 200,000 three-wheeled mechanical donkeys – five on the average for each hamlet […] A ‘donkey’ could make 15 mph, and carry loads of 850 pounds (from Deschooling Society) It was 1971 and Ivan Illich had spent over a decade and a half in Latin America. This was his utopian vision for a transportation system which was at once practical and built for a society like ours. At its heart was the idea that the six-horsepower engines that powered these ‘mechanical donkeys’ could also be used as a plough and pump, and designed in such a way that anyone could learn to repair them. Fast forward four decades and look around La Paz. While there are no mechanical donkeys in sight, the system we have in its place is just as outlandish—and sometimes almost as visionary. The country is home to an estimated 1.2 million vehicles, of which over 300 thousand can be found in La Paz alone, a figure that has risen 90% in the past fifteen years. Bridges and roads are constantly being built but the traffic seems to grow at twice the rate. Heads peer out of the windows of minibuses shouting destinations; young men and women dressed as zebras teach people to cross the road; cholitas wearing Robocop-style helmets enforce traffic routes to prevent trameaje; a 50-year-old blue bus known as ‘El Inmortal’ continues to grumble in circulation. A steel spider web is also being spun up above: the teleférico has arrived, and dangling cabins henceforth associated with Swiss ski resorts will soon be part of the world’s largest network of urban transit cable cars. This superorganism is evolving beyond the infrastructure. With the gradual disappearance of the voceador comes the rise of a new character known as el datero who, in exchange for some coins, tips off public transport drivers allowing them to better plan their routes: ‘the 230 just passed, followed by an empty 355’. Local minibuses have invariably been adapted to fit an extra row of seats (the move is consistent with the anatomy of most locals, but remains a practical joke on anyone taller than 5’9’’—ie most tourists). And roaming alongside 1967 Land Cruisers are living-room-sized-2013 Hummers, unviably huge compared to the narrow streets of the city centre. It’s retro-futuristic, anarcho-anachronistic, organised chaos in all its glory. Whether or not you are aware of it, you are also part of this superorganism. The moment you set foot out of your house you are plunged into a whirling world of pedestrians, vehicles, smog and chatter. E pluribus unum: ‘one out of many’; each element seemingly follows a logic of its own, yet somehow it all comes together as a single whole on the busy arteries of La Paz. Missed connections, chance encounters, transport strikes, and the daily honking war are all part of this choreography. As if caught in a trancadera, these musings are (appropriately) going nowhere. We invite you to stay put, hop on the Bolivian Express and start flicking the pages. We’ll help you get to nowhere twice as fast.
MORNING ON A MINIBUS
March 08/2014| articles

La Paz is due for a huge change in how its citizens commute. Finn Jubak tags along on a venerable mode of transportation that might soon be a relic of bygone days.

I stood in front of the Iglesia San Francisco at 5 am on a Thursday morning and watched La Paz wake up. Cholitas emerged from side streets carrying baskets of goods to be sold around the perimeter of the plaza as the avenue began to fill. The minibuses, though, had already been running for over an hour. Plaza San Francisco is a major hub for minibus travel, especially early in the morning when workers begin their commute between El Alto and La Paz.

I climbed into my first minibus of the day at 5:15 am, headed for La Ceja (‘the Eyebrow’), in El Alto. Because this is the beginning of a long-distance route along the highway, with minimal stops along the way, the driver waited until it was full before departing. Buses can fit 14 seated passengers, and sometimes a few standing. I sat in the second row from the back, watching the voceador, an assistant to the driver whose job is to advertise the route by yelling it over and over again. Minibus drivers do not always employ voceadores , who, I was told, can cost around 70 bolivianos a day, but they are common on these routes.

The trip from the Plaza San Francisco to La Ceja along the autopista is roughly 13 kilometers long and takes about 20 minutes. The ride was very quiet—no one said a word. This was partially because of the hour, but also because of the convention that most people do not talk on the minibus. Music constantly seeps from the radio and transforms what could be an uncomfortable silence into a peaceful and meditative one. I was experiencing the famous discomfort that is a mark of this method of transport, especially for a tall foreigner, so I let my legs fall asleep as I daydreamed along with my fellow passengers.

When the bus stopped at La Ceja, our voceador opened the door and let us out. On these long routes, there is almost no interaction between the passengers and the driver, with the voceador running the operation—collecting fares, giving directions. I tried to thank the driver anyway; I don’t know if he heard me. I did not notice any other passenger say anything. It was still dark out as I looked for a bus to Rio Seco. La Ceja was quite busy, mostly with people heading in the opposite direction I was going: those who live in El Alto but commute to work in La Paz.

Finding a bus to Rio Seco was not hard. My driver had no voceador, instead attempting to attract passengers by calling out through the passenger-side window. We drove down the Avenida Juan Pablo II, pausing every 15 seconds as the traffic slowed. Rio Seco is a major destination for buses coming in from the surrounding provinces, and at this hour was already packed with buses large and small.

After my trip to Rio Seco, I caught a bus back down to Villa Fatima, all the way across town, on the far north side of La Paz. On such a long ride, it was easy to see why minibus travel is inefficient: constant stops across the city can add up to hours spent loading and unloading passengers. From Villa Fatima, I took a bus travelling to Kalahuira, the furthest the city buses travel in the direction of Los Yungas to the north. Our driver, who travels back and forth along the steep and potholed road between Kalahuira and La Paz, told us that the busiest time of day for him was around 4 am. That is when provincial transport drops off people from Los Yungas who are looking to travel into the city. In order to maximize profit, drivers along routes like this have to be out and working by the early morning.

During the hours I spent riding buses back and forth across La Paz, the organization and efficiency of the transport system stood out as abundantly evident problems. I also wondered at the difficulty of making a living in this job. Drivers charge 1 to 2 bolivianos per ride. Subtract the money they pay their voceador (if they have one), around 40 bolivianos for food, and as much as 180 for gas, and not much is left. Work starts before dawn and ends as late as 9 at night. It is demanding schedule, dictated by the necessity of earning as much money as possible. The same need to attract more passengers causes the inefficiency of the system itself, with unbearably frequent stops and long waits at the beginning and ends of routes. Combined with the pure discomfort of travelling inside these small vehicles, this contributes to their unpopularity—ask anyone on the street, and they will say that they cannot wait for the new Puma Katari buses to arrive in the autunum, which will provide an alternative but likely won’t end up replacing the minibuses completely.

This is the paradox of the minibus system: despite all its flaws, it is still vital to the citizens that constantly complain about it. Without the minibuses, the city would grind to a halt; most paceños would have no way of getting around. But because of them, the city is choking with traffic, and it is nearly impossible to get around anyway.

Maybe it’s because I am a romantic, or because I have not been forced to cram inside them my whole life, but I find myself saddened that the minibus era may well soon be over. The intimacy they create is different from anything I have experienced on public transport back home in New York City, where it is unusual to even acknowledge fellow passengers. And, cramped as they are, they are almost cozy. When I remember my ride at 5 in the morning up to La Ceja, I remember the warmth of the bus and the comforting presence of my fellow passengers so close by, sharing my experience as we ambled up the hill to El Alto.

THE BUS WARS
March 08/2014| articles

Minibus Drivers Are Furious About the Puma Katari Buses...
But No One Else Seems to Mind

On January 20, minibus drivers marched across La Paz and gathered in the Plaza Mayor to protest against the rollout of the new Puma Katari buses. These 61 buses, which will run from the outskirts of the city towards the center, are part of the mayor’s plan to modernise transportation in La Paz, with service scheduled to begin in November. Built by the Chinese firm King Long and with a larger carrying capacity and clearly defined stops, the Puma Katari buses will provide a more efficient and reliable alternative to the current system of minibuses that most paceños use to get around.

The choferes fear that their dominance of the city’s transportation system will come to an end, and although the official position is that the buses will not be replacing existing minibus routes, the drivers have gathered around this issue as a rallying point for other grievances. They blame the Mayor for implementing a requirement to purchase new vans and raising taxes—a ‘lack of respect’ which has them incensed.

Paceños who want an improved bus system criticize the drivers for continuing to promote the obsolete minibus system and delaying the implementation of the Puma Kataris. The drivers, though, feel that the citizens are ungrateful for the service they provide.

As I walked with the bus drivers during the protest, I noticed that not a single non-bus driver had joined them; in fact, it was just the opposite. Stall owners, as well as people walking by, stopped to shout insults at the marching bus drivers, who returned fire, verbally and sometimes physically. Along the Avenida Camacho, we passed a market that had had its glass front door broken by a rock. According to the furious shopkeepers, it was some of the marching drivers, who had gone so far as to call them putas del alcalde (the mayor’s whores). ‘What is a good citizen supposed to do? We don’t want to be involved in the issues between the mayor and the choferes. We support the Puma Katari, but this fight has nothing to do with us’, one shopkeeper told me.

Not only do the choferes face a mayor that seems to undervalue them, and a public that certainly does, but they are split among multiple unions, among which communication is rare and interests not always aligned. This serves to further confuse the message of an already misunderstood group of men fighting for their jobs. I spoke to four different drivers who had appeared at the protest to find out what their position was.

Martín Conde
Sindicato Eduardo Abaroa
Driver for 14 years

What is your opinion on the Puma Kataris?
We are not against them. [The mayor’s office] made a deal with all of the leaders of the minibus unions, signed and all. They signed a deal saying that main avenues would not be used to transport the Puma Katari, but that is not happening. Also, we need the the Mayor’s respect . . . And we also demand a raise in the fares, because a tire that used to cost 300 bolivianos now costs 800. And the cost of maintenance has risen a lot as well. Those are our reasons—we are not against the whole Puma Katari system.

If you were given the opportunity to drive a Puma Katari bus, would you accept?
No. Because we have an condition that we cannot go and offer ourselves. If we did, we would be thrown out of our syndicate. But there have been some that have gone. And we would not be accepted, either. They would see in their computer that we were part of a minibus union, and would not accept us.

If you did not have your job as a driver, what would you do instead?
There are not many other jobs open to us. I mean, if they get rid of this source of work, the result will be unemployment for us all.

Laureano Colque
Sindicato Ballivian
Driver for 30 years

We want progress for the city of La Paz, as citizens and as transport workers. We support the teleférico and the new buses. But we ask at the same time that they work with us, that they do not disparage us. People do not take us into account. What is urban transport? They do not know.

How many years have you worked as a bus driver?
I have driven for 30 years. Since my youth. And the majority of those here started as kids, and we are growing old driving the buses. Why? Because we have families, we have kids, wives, everything. We are just ordinary people.

(His friend interrupts):
One thing is, they say that these Puma Kataris are worth hundreds and hundreds of thousands. That’s a lie. That’s Chinese money. They are worth ninety thousand, nothing more. And they are robbing it right from our wallets. Where does the money go? Half of it goes right into their pockets. And what are we supposed to do, let it happen? No. Bad investment. This transport that has come, it’s all a waste. It’s a hole that will never be filled. It’s not stable. That’s why we are mad.

Adalid Espejo
Sindicato 1º de Mayo
Driver for 20 years

The Puma Katari buses are robbing us of our livelihoods. Far from bringing modernity to the city, they are actually more like a step backwards. This is because they need diesel to run. Additionally, the mayor has not given any alternatives that will not harm our daily sustenance. People are just captivated with the new look of the buses, but in reality they are not good for the city and are not worth the high price the mayor has paid for them.

Alvaro Rada
Sindicato Simón Bolivar
Driver for 15 years

Do you own your own bus?
Actually, I just got one recently.

How did you become a driver?
I was with friends. I started off driving someone else’s bus and here I am.

What is your opinion regarding this whole problem that is happening with the Puma Katari buses?
I do not think that the Puma Kataris are a problem for us. On the contrary, we are supporting them, because we want them to happen, to modernize a bit. What we are asking for is a raising of the fares, to match the taxes we pay, which are far too high. Not to mention that the mayor has required us to buy new vans. We made the change, but the tax is 5,000 or 6,000 bolivianos a year, which is a lot. These are things that do not have to do with the Puma Katari. We are protesting over other things. For example, the Mayor has required that we cannot do trameaje [dividing up designated full routes between buses to make more money]. But the Puma Kataris are going to do trameaje because they will only travel to the city center. The law is for everyone, not just for us. The Puma Kataris should serve to bring people from point to point, not just to the center. That’s what we want.

And if you lost your job as a minibus driver, what would you pursue as a career?
I think I would become a mechanic. I have a degree.

Did everyone here come of their own will, or was there some group or union that forced them to come?
In previous years, the workers were always obligated to come, but that actually did not happen this time. We made it up to the average workers what we should do. The Federation and the Central [two La Paz transport workers unions] went and consulted with the workers as to what we should do. And it is the workers themselves who decided we should have this march. So no one has forced them.

LA ESPERA
March 08/2014| articles

Seconds, Minutes, Hours

It's rush hour in La Paz and hoards of people are making their way through the city. Queues of pedestrians begin to form as people wait to return to El Alto, some heading home to a meal with their families. First there are four, five; then ten, then fifteen. Before long the queue is thirty deep and 'la espera', as people call it, officially begins. During the city's busiest hours waiting comes hand-in-hand with travelling.

At Plaza Isabel la Católica, we spoke to Xavier as he patiently waited for a seat on a minibus that would take him home to Rio Seco, El Alto. We asked him how much time he spends on average waiting and traveling on a daily basis. ‘It depends’ he told us, ‘but usually, it takes me one and a half hours to get from El Alto to La Paz and around two hours to get back’. Based on Xavier's waiting and travelling time this equates to:

3.5 Hours a Day
17.5 Hours a Week
70 Hours a Month
840 Hours a Year
35 Days a Year ..of travelling and waiting

And yet transport is changing in La Paz as the Puma Katari buses and the teleferico are introduced to the city. Will these new forms of transportation shrink waiting times for people coming to and from work?

People we spoke to are hopeful. Some, like Erika Gavincha at Plaza del Obelisco considered the new transport systems a 'beautiful idea'. Xavier thinks 'they are a welcome addition to La Paz, working in the interest of the people'. Everyone hopes the new forms transport will make travelling easier, quicker and much more comfortable in the city. We’ll just have to wait and see.