La Paz

Waking up in my luxury bed next to this lady on my luggage lodge. At least it got a little bit warmer! La Paz condom advertisement. Took a taxi to the hotel. I had booked

Waking up in my luxury bed next to this lady on my luggage lodge. At least it got a little bit warmer!

La Paz condom advertisement.

Took a taxi to the hotel. I had booked the second most expensive room, thinking that would raise the chances of me getting it for myself. And who thought like me, if not Jesper! The Dane from Antarctica. He had been sleeping there all alone for three days.

After writing and sleeping, we went out to eat food. We became Arando and Yespea.

As I needed a new sweater, we walked to the Witch Market.

Okay, so I need one can of salt, a pack of celery, 500 g black beans, and … oh, yes, a dead lama!

So, should I be red?

Or green?

Or blue! I sent some pictures to my friend whose taste I believe in 97 % (as opposed to my own taste that I believe in 46 %) and she said: blue!

A text about three million Bolivians losing their water because of global warming. If you shower hot every day for 5 minutes rather than 10, you save a kg of CO2 daily. In 10 years, that will be the same as a return flight Hamburg-La Paz! So people who care about Bolivian water, should not go there. Or save for a transportation ship!

Then we had a night at the hostel.

They had a nacho eating competition. The person who could quickest finish a plate of nachos would get a Tequila. And you also got one just by competing. Me and Jesper are having a sober week though. This hostel is extremely bad for sleeping, if you’re not partying. The noise! And Jesper had suggested biking on Death Road tomorrow. I said yes, but later started to change my mind. Why should you do dangerous things in order to have a tiny bit of fun? I laid until 4 am and thought about the steeps.

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