Posts Tagged claustrophobia

So I’m claustrophobic, it turns out. I left the tour very, very early. But I still got to see some dynamite blow up, wear a really dorky outfit, and drink a “potable” 96% alcohol beverage with the nervously posturing British boys.

Outside the Miners’ Market:

I’m in Sucre now, staying at a posh hostel called La Dolce Vita, and let me tell you, it really is the sweet life. It’s run by another very kind French couple, and Rich (Australian) and I are sharing a huge room with real beds and two bathrooms right outside the door, one with a shower with hot water all the time and both with free toilet paper.

The Sweet Life:

We went to the indigenous weavers museum yesterday, which was interesting, but felt like walking through an anthropology major’s thesis. And it made going to the crazy village market today much more interesting because we knew what the different weaves and hats and whatnot meant.

I’ve been hanging out with the aforementioned Rich and a couple of nice girls, Camille and Elsa for a while now. We’re all heading our separate ways tomorrow, which is a bit sad, frankly, as it makes traveling much easier and oftentimes more fun when you’ve got a group to hang out with all the time. But, c’est la vie, non?

I’m headed for La Paz tomorrow night, arriving the next evening and staying at Loki Hostel (of course). Then, bike-death-road.

Also,

I watched most of Sexo en Nuevo York today.

In Confidence,

Yours Truly

P.S. Sorry about the lack of pictures. Wifi evidently doesn’t exist in Southern Bolivia. I’ve got some great ones, though. Just be patient, ok?