Castellon La Paz

... das Coca Museum was recht interessant war. Erstaunlich war auch das ein grosser Teil ueber Coca Cola war. Danach fanden wir auch endlich, nach fast einem Monat, ein Internetcafe indem es moeglich war unsere Bilder ins Internet zustellen. Da es die ganze Woche geregnet hatte und wir alle einbisschen Probleme mit unseren Maegen hatten unternahmen wir nicht mehr viel und machten uns auf den Weg nach Cobacabana, unserer lezten Station in Bolivien.

... some pretty tough questions. Whatever that means. Our group was still seven strong – Greg had not arrived to bulk up the numbers – and we were starting to mesh nicely as a unit. Which was a good job because the lodges we had to stay in in the desert were cosy to say the least. What they lacked in home comforts though they made up for with Bolivian authenticity. The first thing you notice with Bolivia is the altitude change. We went up to nearly five thousand feet and ...

... ein langer, äusserst strapaziöser Aufstieg. Wir waren eine 7-köpfige Gruppe, welche alle ziemlich unerfahren waren, was solche Höhen betrifft. Nach 2 Stunden schafften wir es dann jedoch auf 5300m, stiegen aus dem Minibus aus und spazierten die letzten 140m zu Fuss auf den Gipfel.

Am Sonntag besuchten wir noch den Markt von El Alto. El Alto liegt gleich oberhalb von La Paz auf dem Plateau und hat auch nochmals eine Million Einwohner. Die ...

... along the streets near our hostal..lots of the same things...but worth a look.
The scenery along the way was interesting...lots of farmlands etc.
Stayed in a nice hostal last night so had a great sleep.....looking forward to tonight as well.
Well better go this internet cafe is bloody hot and smokey....yes you can smoke most places here...YAY!!!
Well will write tomorrow night....
Luv cetrece and Erin

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To celebrate this great city we thought there was nothing better than to find a nice cultural spot for dinner, fine wine, and meeting some locals. "Olivers travels" seemed the perfect place. Lonely planet described it as a 100% fake Irish pub, full of bacon, eggs and banter, so it seemed the perfect plece to start. The locals were replaced by Chris and MIchelle, from haringay, who were working in the pub. Our ...

... high mortality was also partly because Bolivians, like all Latin Americans, drive like maniacs.

We started cruising down on the dirt. I was taking it slower while I adjusted to the bumpiness of the road - it's easy to slip on such a surface - but still rolling away at a fair pace. We stopped frequently as the guides gave us advice about upcoming corners and told us some of the accident blackspots. We also stopped for a few photos, but as my camera battery had died ...

... bezienswaardigheden van de stad zien. Als volleerde gidsen leiden we ze door de stad en geven we uitleg over de geschiedenis en de gebruiken. Het is gewoon erg leuk en we hebben het erg naar ons zin met ons vieren. Zojuist hebben we met een biertje, een knabbel een spannende pot Klaverjassen gespeeld in Bolivia... dat is het sfeertje. We hebben morgen nog 1 dag samen met zijn vieren en ...

... My arms were cut up, my left pretty bad, and my head hurt as I landed pretty much face first. Luckily I had swapped my shades for a pair of goggles so they took most of the impact and I had some pretty severe swelling above and below my left eye. Despite probable concussion I decided to carry on so as not to look like a jessy and peddled a few kilometeres of flat terrain on my lonesome before I came across the rest of the group who were waiting further along the road. Ang was ...

... information office this morning and discovered where the book and map shops are (all closed for lunch now). We also discovered that on Sunday Bolivia play Brazil at football. To give you some idea of the importance of this match, they are closing some of the city so they can celebrate with marches and there will be lots of people in traditional costume. Ticket prices start from 10 usd, which I think is a lot cheaper than anything you could buy in Europe.

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... We trudged behind him down the road and into camp where we found great tent sites below Huayana Potosi´s southern face and its glaciers. Although, it wasn´t Mario at all but a new guy, Jaime who drove our stuff over. We´ve come to learn to expect always the unexpected in Bolivia. Luckily an old, kind man had built two concrete huts to shelter from the harsh wind on this piece of property, and charged us a nominal fee to cook dinner in his ...