Trip Start Nov 12, 2004
Trip End Aug 28, 2005

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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

We decided to see what all the fuss what about. For those of you that don't know, Mark's sister, Jessica is living and working in La Paz as an Illustrator with a marine conservation charity. She fell in love with this place some years ago and has visited regularly on holiday ever since. In April this year she decided to move out there.

With funds tight and only a few days to spare we took a flight down from LAX (our favourite place, not!) It was just how you expect a Mexican town to be, dusty, hot and strangely, full of Mexicans. There was a strange, rugged beauty to the place though. The mountains of rock around the town, the bay, the turquoise water.

As is always the way with close friends and family, whenever you meet up after a long time apart, it takes no time at all to get chatting as though you've never been apart. Everything was very relaxed and with no itinery in mind we were just happy to chill with Jes. By the way, nothing happens very quickly in Mexico. The first day was all a bit of a blur really, mainly down to the Margerittas we were downing that night in town. They sure don't make them like that anywhere else in the world!

The second day was Mark's day to go diving (once he'd remembered how to work his legs from all of last night's Tequilla). Vicky stayed by the pool like the lady of leisure that she has now become. The diving was pretty fantastic and yes, I can now see what all the fuss is about this place. It was so cool diving with a family of Sealions. The females kept diving down to us on the bottom to play, the big bulls kept a watchful eye over goings on to ensure we didn't get too close.

And on our final day we did what every right minded person does when it's over 40 degrees- they go to the beach. We stopped at a place owned by Jes' (now former) boyfriend. We spent the afternoon drinking Pacifico and eating Mexican food. That night we had a slap-up meal and had massive steaks washed down by a bottle of red wine, wow Australia was such a long time ago (think steak and red wine on the barbie almost every night)

After some sad goodbyes we were off again, another plane, and another night in the same hotel at LAX airport. Getting to be a habit this.

As we were about to settle down for the night I decided it would be a good idea to call the airline and reconfirm our flight for the next day. It was only when I was reading out the date of the flight (clearly written on the ticket) that I realised what a huge cock-up we'd made. At that point I realised we should not be sitting in Motel 6 at LAX but instead on a plane somewhere close to New York.

After a lot of frantic calls to the airline where we were given the complete runaround. We had a choice: either stay in LAX for 6 days and only have 1 day in New York before flying home or pay for another flight. There was only one thing for it, out came the credit card I'd saved for just such an emergency (with a week left we just hadn't got $650 left in the kitty). What an expensive, frustrating mistake to make, we couldn't believe how stupid we'd been. We were even at the airport at the time the flight was due to go. Looking back it's understandable- in that week we'd driven 1000 miles from Kentucky to New Orleans, taken 4 other flights and stayed in 6 different hotels. It was bound to happen. For those of you that know me (Mark) from work, ha! see how chilled I've become now!! Who needs to run their life by a diary? OK, I guess in this instance we should have.
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summerd on

living in La Paz
If you don't mind me asking, how did you get a job in La Paz? I have been researching, setting things in motion to move to Mexico for about a year now, but the only thing I'm missing is a job! I fell in love with the Mexican culture, language and people when I lived there 5 years ago. I have been trying to go back ever since! Any advice on how you got there would be greatly appreciated! Thank you. :)

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