It would suck to be a chicken in Bolivia
Trip Start
Mar 09, 2007
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Trip End
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Cochabamba,
Bolivia
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
poisoning from a late-night street hamburger my last night in Oruro. I
woke up a couple hours after going to sleep in pure barfing rage (sorry
for the pretty picture). Made for a really crappy day. I was able to
throw myself on a bus to Cochabamba (which I got lucky since everything
was just about sold out, bus terminal was jammed with people trying to
leave).
Cochabamba is one of Bolivia's largest cities (I think its 2nd, 1st
is Santa Cruz, and I believe La Paz is 3rd), but there isn't exactly
tons to do here. Carnival is still be celebrated, so there is a lot
closed. The main idea was to chill out here after the raging in
Oruro. I've been chilling out, reading and doing a bit of catch up.
Funny enough, there is a city wide water fight here too. I was
eating lunch in a restaurant on the front patio area. It started by
clients launching water balloons at cars and people driving by. Then
it spread to launching water balloons at the patio of the restaurant
right next door. Then it eventually spread to inside our own
restaurant. Family eating vs family eating. Table of dudes vs table
of chicks. I couldn't believe how many water balloons were thrown
within our patio area. The floor was soaked, I wish I had a picture of
it. Bottles and glasses were broken and food got soaked by incoming
balloons. Could be your table neighbor or the car that just drove by.
Some people were clearly having fun, and others not so amused. I
bought a bag of 20 water balloons just for the 6 block walk home to the
hostel. I got a few people pretty wet but not in comparison to what
one group did to me. They all had buckets filled with water and ran
after me. I got nailed by about 5 or 6 full buckets of water. I came
dripping wet, there was nothing dry. Passports, money, everything on
me got drenched. I laid it all out in the sun to dry. My camera and
iPod miraculously got only a misting since they were in their
protective covers.
By the way, I am sick of eating chicken, white rice and french
fries. If you go out to eat in Bolivia, this is usually what you get
since there isn't anything else and the beef is terrible. Being a
chicken in this country pretty much guarantees you death.
