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Chau Potosì
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I was supposed to be leaving for a 2 - 3 week vacation to Argentina and Paraguay. But things always change, and it`s interesting to see how quickly things can change. I always have too many plans in my head at one time so I supposed I`m never really disappointed.
The Drunken Boss
In my previous entries, I have said that Bolivians drink until they die. Well my boss is one of them. I had told him after the last drunken episode where he was talking on the work phone and falling asleep behind the desk that I don`t want borrachos (drunks) in my office. Really it`s his office, but when I`m working there, it`s my office and my responsibility.
Monday, the day before my trip over the border, Eduardo came in late in the afternoon and from his red eyes I knew that he was drunk. He told me that he had been drinking because he found out that his mum (Doña Donata who he lives with) had gone to Sucre and that he was alone. Such a lie as she only went for the day.
Anyway, he sat on the phone talking drunkenly away (as per usual) and then made me close up early and tried to convince Pedro and Wilson into going to the pub with him, but they were hiding upstairs in the cafe.
After dinner, Pedro walked me back to the Koala Den, and as we approached the door, we heard Eduardo inside ranting and raving like a lunatic. I tried to open the door with my key, but he had bolted it from the inside and raced up and demanded to know who was "bothering" his door. I said it was Camille, and he told me to go away. He also said that no one was allowed in, after I repeated "But it`s Camille".
Pedro and I went and told Doña Donata and Eliana, but he said that they wouldn`t do anything about it, so I went and stayed the night with Pedro. I was extremely annoyed at being locked out of my "house" that I decided to leave for good the next night and not return. Given my already emotional state, this made it worse and I spent the night sobbing inconsolably, mostly because I had to say goodbye to Pedro.
2 Months of my Life
The next day I wagged work. The smallest thing would set me off again and tears would keep streaming down my face. I decided to leave without telling people that I wasn`t going to return. I couldn`t handle them trying to persuade me otherwise, I was too emotional for that, and I didn`t want to change my mind.
I packed up all my things from the office and from my room. I left behind a lot of things for Pedro and his sisters and also for him to send home for me. I said goodbye to everyone saying "Yeah, I`ll be back in 2 - 3 weeks." I wonder if any of them guessed that I wouldn`t be coming back.
The Bus Station
At the bus station Pedro helped me to sort out my lost bus ticket, and then we hugged as we waited for the bus. I clung to his neck because I knew that when I would look at him I would start bawling again. I have often watched these emotional scenes from bus windows, people waiting until the very last second to get on and with tears streaming down their faces. Now it was my turn to be one of these people.
Just before I got on the bus Pedro started crying too, I was a blubbering mess. I told him not to wave to me, but I don`t think he heard what I said or understood and when I sat in my seat I was craving one more glimpse at his face.
As the bus backed out of the bay, I saw him standing on the fence and started crying even harder. I pressed my hand up to the window and fluttered my fingers in farewell, and then I was off to Villazòn with puffy, teary eyes.
Things I`ve Learned
* It is possible to pack up my life (albeit of just 2 months) in less than 24hours.
* This is my holiday and I should be enjoying it.
* Holiday romances almost always end why they are still good, which makes them even sadder.
* I like Pedro more than I thought I did.
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