22.08.2007 - 24.08.2007 22 °C
On our way to Bolivia and final stop La Paz we stopped off in Copacabana first , this place was lovely - a bit of a Knock holy place for the locals of south America, and very quaint, the only Copacabana we knew was the beach in Rio, however the guys here were partying away themselves when we got there already!
Some of the outfits would have went down a treat at Halloween back in Chez McParland house...lol We left here though and got a boat then across the water to our bus again and got ready to cross the bolivian border... we had to disown our tour leader Thad here as well for corruption reasons otherwise the cops would have made a fortune in bribes out of our group! It was all a bit funny really as we had to get off the bus and walk across the border and then get back on the bus, all on in case we we trying to smuggle stuff into the country! Even though there were locals wheeling crates of beer over the border in full view... a lot of back handers and brown envelopes!!
But it was all cool and it wasnt long before we were in La Paz or rather trying to pose for photos at the viewpoint with the sun in our eyes!
We were staying in Hotel Rosario in La Paz and it was gorgeous, very old style quaint and quite romantic too, the place though was mad, constant noise and traffic and the locals, who were lovely,dressed in full traditional robes every day with the women wearing black bowler hats.. how they balanced them was pretty amazing. But it was the witches market that we went out to see..( that and football jerseys!)
The ladies were selling ointments and potions for any ailment and also had on offer llama foetuses, which apparently when buried under your house will bless it and bring good luck! We give them a miss and decided to risk it..
Seeing it was our last day though as a group we were all headed out that night for a right knees up before we all went our separate ways again..It is so cheap in Bolivia that its practically rude not to get drunk! We went to a local place called Mungos and the food was fab but the local beers and shots were even better, or at least they were that night, hangovers were pretty nasty come morning time! This however didnt stop the lads trying nearly every one on the menu including one called Taratula!
It was a great night and we had one day left before myself and Ger were flying to Chile so we headed off sightseeing to check out the San Pedro Prison... we had read a book called Marching Powder ( extremely good book) by Rusty Young based on life inside this prison and where up until recently you could take a tour as women and kids live in there with their bold other halves! It was pretty cool to go and see but a few undesirables hanging around so we didnt stay long! And even though we didnt get in we did get some shots of the clothes drying on the roof and walked around the outside as its quite small and right in the middle of a main square! very bizarre really..
We said our goodbyes that day and away then the following morning back to just the 2 of us and heading for some skiing in Chile!