The Tour Finishes...Bonito - La Paz
La Paz Travel Blog› entry 7 of 16 › view all entries
The next day after getting up at 5am we headed to Santa Cruz, although this took a lot longer than originally planned as border control was shut due to Brazil`s quarter final against Holland. This meant we missed our train, and after negotiating a man with the hairiest ears of all time at a Bolivian immigration building that couldn`t organise sex in a brothel, we had to get a bolivian night bus. First and foremost Bolivia is third world, it is quite odd that it is surrounded by far more affluent countries, and the general transport network reflected this. We nearly missed our bus because it decided to leave 20 minutes early (Rich seeing it on the way back from getting food and chasing a couple of blocks to stop it), the seats were broken and the place was horrendously dusty.
We eventually arrived and grabbed a cab to the hotel, and after some sleep we headed out to watch the Germany v Argentina quarter final at a local restaurant. In what is becoming almost protocol out here, it came as no surprise when three girls gave me their numbers whilst they were leaving the restaurant. One would struggle to be weighed on standard bathroom scales, but the other two were both pretty fit, so we milled over borrowing our tour guides`phone ahead of going out in the evening. Back at the hotel we indulged in a gym session, where Premier League footballer Chris absolutely destroyed us - well I say us, Kev did 20 reps and decided he needed a fag, so I`m sure he did enough exercise to be considered.
On the day we were due to fly to La Paz, we awoke to find the last resort in bed with Chris, and after packing all our stuff up we were subjected to the long goodbye as our bus was about to depart to the airport. The poor girl couldn`t speak any english, so it must have been difficult for her to convey her feelings for Chris, as she clearly seemed to think there was a future there judging by how tight she was holding him. We arrived at the airport and boarded our flight with ten minutes to spare as for whatever reason I had packed pepper spray in my hand luggage and the security and customs officers didn`t seem to keen on it. Kev was shaking like Stevens during the flight due to nerves and was much more vocal and appreciative as we touched down in the highest capital in the world.
Unfortunately there is now very little to tell as the last two nights have been dominated by my food poisoning - although Kev has become addicted to Canyon Defense on Miniclip, and La Paz is quite a nice city in terms of the walks we have been on and restaurants eaten in. At the time of righting my stomach is still very fragile (I predict you will be able to hear my scream of euphoric joy when a solild leaves my body) and we are about to head to a South American wide renowned party hostel. Oh the joys of travelling. Hopefully this time Kev won`t get his card cloned or forget to take his malaria tablet.
Also, don`t expect to get used to the frequency of these blogs - it may be a while until you hear from us again
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