Las Palmas Hotel
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... for three nights in Hotel Las Palmas. Quite good, with friendly staff as ever, but in this case an especially helpfull man called Dustin. One of many people who went to America a few years ago but decided to turn back, partly because of the economy, partly because because of the general attitude vis a vis immigrants. A contradictio for America. Dustin helps us find the address of a Toyota dealer, to get our car serviced. Around that visit we ...
... door with a light above and you have to knock. The light was off when we initially went by. When we came back it was on. Apparently you need reservations to eat there! As luck would have it one of the tables was reserved for 9 so we were able to stay and eat. We ordered a bottle of terrible Bolivian wine. I don't know why I keep trying it. I'm obviously sick of bad flavourless beer. We decided to fly from Sucre to Santa Cruz where we were scheduled to begin our flights home. The bus ...
... with Herakleitos and quantum physics.
I promised them a little "bonus" on this blog… So here it is.
Star Trek’s “replicator”, R.
Feynman (Nobel Prize) & Herakleitos…
At this moment we have not (yet) developed the technology (as anticipated by Herakleitos, sitting in his toga in de shade of his tree, thinking… to combine and recombine ...
... for a city so big there are very few tall
buildings. We then walked to a large park area where we saw a break dancing
concert. It was a bit strange to hear the Afro American rap music that was the
backing for Bolivian break dancing. That night we had dinner in a rooftop
restaurant overlooking the main plaza and the warmer temperature meant it was
very pleasant outside.
... large brimmed straw hat. They carry their babies/wares/possessions in a multicoloured blanket bound up by the corners and slung over their shoulders. We also look far more out of place here. In Brazil and Argentina we could pass as local if we didn't look lost or open our mouths, and more often than not we'd be stopped and asked for directions in Spanish or Portuguese. In Bolivia the locals don't look like European descendent at all and ...