Peace at last.
27.11.2012 - 28.11.2012 21 °C
I’m glad we’re leaving La Paz tonight.
It’s good and all, but it’s a big city and there’s lots of people and cars and pollution...and hills.
Everywhere is uphill. Everywhere.
We did all the good stuff yesterday really, which meant Woz has put his thinking cap on and come up with the brilliant idea of walking to the Estadium de Hernando Siles. If you’re interested, it’s the highest football stadium in the world. Apparently, FIFA tried to get Bolivia’s national team to play elsewhere as competitors struggle in the thin air here.
Not interested? No, me neither.
If any of you have ever questioned whether or not I love my husband: today, I walked over six miles. Every inch of every mile was uphill. It was the hottest time of day. And it was to see a blinking football stadium.
I won’t say that I was easy to get along with during this time. If you do know me, you’ll know how little I care for walking and sweating.
Once Warren and I were...er, talking again, we returned to the reliable Toby’s Burgers + Fries to have a small orange Fanta. This was Warren’s peace offering. Sugar usually buys my happiness. Here, we cooled off (in every sense of the word).
We had booked tickets to Cochabamba earlier (another overnight bus*), so had all day again to kill checked out of our hostel room. I took a nap in the common area, and satisfied that my sweat had mostly dried, we went back out in the evening for some street food and a few more small souvenirs.
Did you know that the bus terminal in La Paz was built by the same senor that built the Eiffel tower? Well, it was. Also, the terminal is bright yellow. It’s sort of pretty from a distance.
We used the bus company Bolivar this time. Tickets for a semi cama were BOB 60 each (about $8), what a steal.
Found our bus outside. We’d chosen the panoramico seats; these are the seats right at the front of the bus. Probably the most unsafe, but as we discussed with Armando, the mental German, back in Cusco, at least it’d be quick.
No seatbelts to speak of on this one, and the panoramico window was shattered. Still there, but broken. Great.
These bus rides seem to be getting more and more shit. Our neighbours to every side talked all through the night. And opened windows. And chased their Coke Zeros with something that came in a flask and smelled like whiskey.
The family behind us laid a couple blankets down in the aisle. How curious! Why would they put blankets down in the aisle? Oh, for their two small children.
I was a bit of a wreck for the first hour of the journey. Concerned first for myself (obvs), then for the small children sleeping next to me on the floor.
I believe I was too cold for the rest of the journey to be worried about anyone’s safety.
To be honest, I was now less concerned about the two kids' safety, and more concerned about whether or not they'd notice a blanket going missing.
We arrived to Cochabamba early, and soon met Alex. He’s the dude that owns this sweet little hostel outside of the city called Cabana Las Lilas.
He seems a very friendly guy, and speaks a bit of English. This is for everyone’s benefit. It turns out my Spanish comprehension is even worse at 6 am after an overnight bus from La Paz.
Alex asked something about Uyuni, we told Alex about our occupations...because I thought he’d asked if we went to uni. Alex asked something about where we travelled to before La Paz, and we told him the location of our last hostel...in La Paz.
He was very polite, and everyone went along with the conversations I created. *sigh*
We were immediately upgraded to the cuarto matrimonial despite having booked two single beds in the 8-bed dorm. No one else has booked, which means we get the whole place to ourselves.
Breakfast here is bread and jam, but also with coffee (with milk!), and lots of friendly smiles from Alex and his wife.
We showered, had a four hour nap, washed our laundry (independently, this time), spent the afternoon chilling out in hammocks with a beer provided by Alex’s microbrewery (until Warren’s hammock came untied and he landed on the ground, bahahahaha), caught a few more episodes of Arrested Development, reorganised our rucksacks, and tried catching up with the blog.
- Photo here is not of the bus we actually took to Cochabamba, but a micro for shorter distances. Having said that, it looks slightly more reliable.