La Paz Travel Blog› entry 103 of 123 › view all entries
We left Copacabana on the 'tourist' bus at 1.30pm (note, the local bus is cheaper and takes the same amount of time, so don't get conned into paying over the odds for this, which is Bs25 compared to Bs15 local) and it was an eventful journey to La Paz. after about an hour we were abrutly told by our conductor that we'd all have to get off the bus as we were going to be crossing a channel of water. What??! Water and buses don't get on well together in my experience! It soon became apparent that we were going to cross the water in one boat and that our bus was going over in another - a randomly bizarre experience I can tell you! surprisingly, it made it in one piece and we carried on for another 3 hours to La Paz.
Our first glimpse of the city after passing the haunting Altiplano was asbolutely awesome - La Paz is set in a deep canyon and the road leading to it spirals down giving a brilliant view of buildings clinging to the side and the massive 6,000m+ snow-capped mountains in the background. We were all clambering, sticking our cameras out of the window to get some shots! We were meant to all be staying at the Wild Rover hostel, but they buggered our bookings up, so we went round the corner to LOKI. It actually turned out out to be a good choice as LOKI has a better bar (clearly the only important thing about a hostel!). We knew that Abby and Stan's friends Izzy and Cherry were arriving on Friday, so we settled on going out to La Paz's no.
after everyone had had a decent lie (except early birds Abby and me, getting up at stupid-o'clock), we set off to the main plazas for some photos and found our way to the Coca museum (Bs10 entry), which informed us in great detail about the history of coca leaves and the production of cocaine in Bolivia. Culture done, we hit the Witches Market for a shop-athon and I managed to do all my Christmas shopping in about half an hour (many thanks to Katie for her girly input!).
Saturday was spent with a hangover until we decided to reconvene for some more party action - I remained more in control of my faculties this time and can actually remember being in RamJam at 4am - wahoo! I did my bit for local UK-Bolivian relations with the help of the lovely Zoya and then ended up in Blue bar, managing to escape just as the police raided - all in all an eventful night!! Katie sensibly got herself home earlier, as she had to be up at 6am to get her flight back home to the UK....but that's another story altogether!
Sunday was spent watching Steve crying in his beer as Man lost to a debatable Chelsea goal and we had a quiet night after stupidly booking to mountain bike down the world's most dangerous road tomorrow - what were we thinking?!?!