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When you enter any bus terminal in Bolivia, the first thing you notice is the amount of overweight, middle-aged women who hassle you and scream out the destinations of their bus companies..Of course, writing it doesn’t sound or seem half as exciting and funny as it does in real life, but I’ll try. Think of your cleaning ladies Spanish accent,okay?.. Got it? Ok, now, add a really high pitched voice and repeat the words ’La Paz’ four times, and on the last one, hold it for a good few seconds…I hope you got the gist, if not, next time you see me ask me about the cholas in the bus stations in Bolivia and I will gladly demonstrate it-with love.

After our last unwanted but much needed night in Cochabamba due to Ori’s salmonella illness and Maya’s robbing incident, we finally left the place and took a freezing cold overnight bus to La Paz, Bolivia’s second capital and also the highest capital in the world. 

We planned on doing a lot during this week since La Paz has so much to offer–bike down the ‘most dangerous road in the world,’ do the 3 day choro trek, hike a few mountains nearby, shop for cheap souvenirs for the family and ourselves, go to a few museums, go out to ‘crazy’ parties La Paz has to offer, sell bracelets in the streets, go atv-ing in Valle de la Luna, and more.    The week went by faster than expected and sooner rather than later I had to head out to Peru to go meet my parents…With Ori’s sickness we ended up spending a bit more time than expected at places we would have preferred to not visit in the first place. Put all that aside, we accomplished quite a lot.

biking: check

Death Road

atv-ing: not in the moon valley but check

atv-ing in the sun valley

hiking: check

Tuni Condoriri Trek

shopping: but of course, check.

Witches market...we didn't find anything here but llama fetus and witch craft

sell bracelets to earn back some well earned money: not on the streets, but check.

some of my bracelets

go out to crazy parties: wellllllll more lame than crazy but again, check.

Hopefully after spending some time with my parents I can return to this lovely land of markets, cholas, and food in the streets to complete the last couple of things I didn’t get to do while in Bolivia, so stay tuned to hear about my return.

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