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arriving at 430am isnt wise.
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well we arrived in tarija at 430am from a pretty scary bus journey across some pretty scary mountain range that shot almost vertically up one side and dropped down into darkness on the other. It was a good job i was so tired and slept most of the journey because the glimpses that i did catch in between snoozes were enough to get my nerves on edge. i think maybe i´m going to be a little nervous when i do the world´s most dangerous road (in La Paz) on a mountain bike. when we arrived we had been given the name of a hostal opposite the bus station t6hat we were assured (by the travel agent in tupiza) would 1/ be open at 4am and 2/ have room. neither of those assurances became reality. what was reality was us walking to the several hostals adjecent to the bus station with backpacks on backs, daypacks on fronts, carrier bags in hand and a boliva lonely planet guide balanced between two fingers open at the page listing varioius accomodation. the accomodation we did find had bells for 24 attention (that rang but obviously not loud enough to wake the sleeping night porters) and others had night porters that were awake but with minimal facial expression, until they had the joyous opportunity to tell us they had no rooms.
we ended up resorting to a taxi chaufered effort around the city looking for a room. After our 1/2 hour long intrepid attempt to get accomodation one hostel owner awoke with the continuous ringing (that was me being quite impatient), happily open her door with a sleepy grin and offered us room at the inn. luckily there were no donkeys in this stable though. (there was a hatstand in our room though, but no curtains). some sleep was a blessing until the eleventh hour.
after some brunch (la di da) we jumped in a cab to go to the vineyards. what we forgot to find out was if they were open. at the gate we were politely told they were closed of a weekend, typical that im only here on the weekend. definate stephie moment. we managed to get over our dipappointment of NO ALCHOHOL (whatever do you mean no wine tasting!!! gosh) by aggreeing to get hammered in the night in stead. Tarija is the wkind of place, so it seems, to kick back and relax and have a coffee in the shade watching people pass whilst the sun drops gently off the edges of the parasol protecting your sunburnt face. so we did just that. one whole afternoon of chilling...arhhhhhhh bliss. It was so nice to catch up on some writing and some chill time - i needed it after getting up at silly o´clock for 4 days.
in the night we went for argentinian bufalo steak.....mmmmmm.......tasty.......it was like caramel - pucker. then we picked up the pace with some vino tinto and put the world to rights with reflections on how we´d make the world a better place. ...Its amazing the crap you chat when youre drunk eh!!
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