Unboliviable!

A 3 course meal in Bolivia: 2 pounds fifty
A night in a Bolivian hostel: 2 pounds fifty
A good time in Bolivia: Priceless (well...five pounds)

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So Peru came and went, we crossed the border with no problems and arrived in Copacabana (not that one) on the shores of Lake Titicaca. Visited the birthplace of the Incas, the Isla del Sol, before getting a bus (and an unexpected boat) to La Paz.

So La Paz seems to be a rather crazy place. The drive through the outskirts was fairly terrifying (plenty of "dont break down here" moments), unpaved roads, fires in the street, rubbish piled metres high in the middle of the street, general destruction, that sort of thing. Then of course theres the city itself, witches markets, llama foetuses for sale, masked shoeshines (masks because they are ashamed of their job), the hairdressers district where I get harrassed to shave my beard every 2 steps (never! - "why?" I reply with a smile "its not ok?", to which I get a stern response), Chorita Wrestling (a woman got set on fire!!!), buses held together with safety pins racing past spitting fumes in our face, meeting with our german pals randomly in the street having last seen them in Cusco weeks ago, and of course, a llama tikka massala at the worlds highest curry hut (allegedly).

Next up: climbing 6000 metres to Huayana Potosi, and biking down the worlds most dangerous road. If we survive either, that is.