Suites Camino Real La Paz

... stop and pick you up and keep going, yelling all the way. We also discovered that they don't have any street lights or stop signs, so when you think there is a break in traffic you just run for it and hope you don't get hit! Crazy city, but it must work!<br><br>We met our next GAP tour group too, and they seem to be a lot of fun. 15 of us all together from England, Ireland, Scotland, Austria, Australia and Canada. They have been travelling for two ...

... like Kaka and Lucas(!) at home but we still was Julio Cesar, Barcelona's Dani Alves (the world's most overrated player), former Man City player Elano and the huge lump of lard that is Adriano. Not bad. They picked themselves up after half-time and showed a bit more willingness to run. They pulled one goal back but Bolivia somehow managed to hold on to complete a famous victory!<br><br>All in all it was a good day and lots of fun and the drinking in the bar that night was similarly ...

... round tight corners without fear of death (just fear of lots of pain) and splashing water everywhere.... very exhilarating.<br><br>By the end, we were all completely covered in mud and wet through. Can't wait to see the final photo... We were then taken to a nice resort-type thing where I previously had visions of relaxing in the pool, enjoying some tropical warmth and sunshine and relaxing before returning to the chilly heights of La Paz. Instead, I had a brief, cool shower ...

... Canadian, but after walking up and down looking for hotels for half an hour with them I chose to stay at a beautiful little place on the water where I could watch the sunset. It was expensive for Bolivia but still under seven dollars with breakfast. I awoke early againthe next morining and headed to the Isla del Sol. The birthplace of the Inca Empire. After looking in the museum and checkin out the ruins I headed towards the southern port. A challenging ...

... home in rush hour they would spot us sprawled in hammock-ville, blissfully half-awake, and their eyes would remain glued in our direction even as their bodies hastened toward the room. At this point you knew they were going to accept faster than you when offered a handful of wet wipes after a weekend with Paris Hilton.<br><br>Then you could set your clock to one minute and thirty seconds, just enough time to peel off muddy hikers and pry out damp, creeping ...

... itself lies about 3660m so lucky for us we had already acclimatised otherwise it could have been a bit of a shock to the system. That said we were really feeling it after 2.5hrs of trekking up and down the steep city streets looking for accommodation. It was by far the longest we had spent on the hunt for digs but I fancied something a bit nicer for my birthday weekend so we were a bit more fussy than usual. It seemed this was the kind of place people book ahead as our first 4 ...

... was the number of private nurseries and kindergartens, a sign of wealth in what is essentially a poor country. We passed by a small plaza, with lots of trees, and there were about 20 women, of all ages, some dressed in nice suits others in traditional costume, all having a jolly good dance to folk music blasting from a huge set of speakers. They waved and smiled when they saw me taking photos, so I waved and smiled back. What a ...

... when the saints". <br><br>Apparently it´s the final day of the week long festival celebrating 200 years of Bolivia´s independance and boy does everyone look pleased it´s Sunday. after expecting everything to be shut up and closed, this was ace! We made our way following the parade through streets filled with andean guitarists, Indian women in brightly coloured clothing and stalls filled with everything from fresh Coconut to Mobile phone accesories. <br><br>Realising suddenly that it ...

... slept in a paranoid state as our tent was closed in by sounds of someone outside. We then saw what looked like a light from a flashlight go across our tent. Caroline, with the bigger cahones of the 2 of us, got out with her book light and searched the perimeter only to find a viscacha in our kitchen area, which probably made the sounds on the rocks as it went for leftover food scraps. We laughed it off and went back to bed before I thought ...

... We got told that the wrestling was 50% real and 50% fake. The first couple of fights were like bad WWF matches but the locals really get into it so was a bit of an experience. The crowd are allowed to throw all sorts of paraphernalia at the wrestlers including drink bottles, orange peal and popcorn. Next up was the ladies wrestling and was quite a site as they wear the traditional gear and really look like they get into it, injuring ...