Dancing zebra Exiting La Paz wasn’t as bad as I had building it up to be, and once the initial craziness was over, including dancing zebras, it was easy going on the autopista as I headed up 400 metres back to El Alto.El Alto was a chaotic mess of bottle necking traffic, combis stopping to pick up passengers, and the police, who waved over drivers for document checks. Still, I managed to get through it all ok, although not entirely without incident, as it was there that my poorly front rack decided that it had had enough, and called it a day by snapping. A bit of a pain, but I cant say that it was all that surprising, as it had been on the way out for a while. As luck would have it, the panniers fix onto the bob trailer quite nicely, although it does make it pretty wide. I hope its good enough to get me to Oruro, where my mission will be to find a new rear rack.The cycle ride today was pretty straight forwards, and when the snow capped mountains surrounding La Paz had been left behind, it was a touch on the dull side.