The next morning I headed back to Copacabana to catch the bus to La Paz and met Nirmal at the station aswell. We were both heading in the same direction so we decided to join forces for a bit. At one point during our bus ride to La Paz we were all told to leave the bus, having no clue as to why. We then noticed the bus needed to be transported across river & we had to get a ferry across. This was the main short cut to La Paz. It was a bit chaotic with all the other buses in port & not to mention the water balloon kids trying to hit all the unsuspecting tourist as they walked by. It was Carnival time in Bolivia.
Upon our arrival to La Paz we had a breath taking view of this vast city in the valley below. Approx 11K ft (3500m) above sea level. The second most striking thing was this metallic statue of Che Guevera riding an eagle as we entered the city.
It was carnival time in La Paz. All the shops were closed. Everyone was out in the streets drinking, dancing and loud music was pumping from cheap amps all over the city streets. Shops were celebrating by creating a flora circles in the stores then spraying beer all over it for good luck. It was a sight to take in especially all the indigenous women dancing and pissing in the streets.
There has been a resurgence of the indigenous culture in Bolivia, hence you see majority of the people dressed traditionally especially the women. Also passed by several witch markets where you can buy llama fetuses for prosperity, to toad talismans, owl feathers and stone amulets.



The next day we met up with a couple of cool people we met at dinner. Lenore from NZ and the Bird Man Martin Berg from Switz. We spent the day sightseeing & planned to meet up for a drink later that night.



The are tons of vintage cars still on the road in Peru and Bolivia.
What was suppose to be a couple beers turned into a few beers followed by this very cheap Boca Rica rum & coke. Let just say it did the trick. We mucked it up with a few of the weird locals. We were the only non locals there so we ended up getting alot of attention.
We ended our night at the local food stand in the center of town to get a steak sandwich with your assortment of veggies to add on ( lettuce, onion or tomato) & a fried egg on top to boot. These cheap sandwiches are amazing at any time of the day. I could easily eat two of them with a side a greasy fries. As we are eating our food in our drunken stupor, one guy approaches us out of now where and warns us that there are ‘pick pocketers’ around here & too be careful. He then begins to demonstrate what these ‘pick pocketeres’ do as he quickly walks upto Martin and myself and feels our pockets with a quick and swift motion. He then proceeds to unzip his lower vent zipper which he thought was a pocket. It took a few seconds to realize that this guy who was so kindly warning us of the ‘pick pocketers” was the actual pick pocketer. Not long after that the guy was gone. In the end we had nothing stolen but had a good laugh and a lesson learned. “Never drink cheap rum!”.














































































