Well where to begin,
After making it back to Cuzco from Machu Pichu we decided with 5 days left before we fly out to head to La Paz in Bolivia for a few days.
Our first point of call was the Bolivian/Peruvian border where the local border patrol decided to point their rusty guns in our faces and demand our passports and backpacks!! er yeah right mate!! After a thorough search and realising we were not smuggling the guns were lowered and the scowls turned to grins and a few jokes before allowing us over the border.
After decending into the valley of La Paz and collecting our luggage from the coach we hopped into a cab and headed to a local hostel. On arrival it seemed okay clean rooms, nice restuarant/bar, friendly people and clean linen so we were happy and after a bit of grub and a few hours sleep we headed to the bar for a quick pint!!! It wasnt long before the barman was on top of the bar with a shot bottle in his hands holding my chin and pooring the liqour into me mouth, dani looking a little astonished was soon next and that was it.....
After several more drinks and several more holding of the head whilst liqour was poored all over us, we were told the whole hostel maybe 50 60 strong were headed with the barmen to the local club and we were joining them!
Not really sure what happened next however we were back in bed by 10 oclock the next morning and hanging! later on that day we discovered with very sore heads that our camera was missing so with this in mind we went back to sleep and decided to go shopping the next day for a new camera as facing the day was well out of the question!!
Two days later we woke up and finnaly got out of bed!!!!
Not really sure what had happened we realised we still had to get a camera before catching our coach out of Bolivia so we hopped into a cab and headed to the black market where we found the same camera brand new for not very much money, a quick purchase and back in the cab to the town centre to jump on a tour of the city, not that we were in the mood for a tour but we had realised that we would of visited bolivia got drunk and slept for 2 days and not seen a thing and lost a camera with all of our machu pichu photos on so a tour had to be done.
We chose the easiest one, sat on the top of an open top bus and listened to the headphones as we wound our way through one of the highest cities in the world.
We finnally made it back to the hostel and as we were walking in we bumped into a french man we had been drinking with who jumped with delight as we saw him and it was then he revealed that he had our camera and he had picked it up in the bar as we had just left it!!
what a ledgend!! He also informed us that he had been sleeping for the last three days!!
We managed to palm of the camera fow what we bought it for about 5 mins before we made out way back to the coasch station...
We now had a 40 something hour coach journey to take us to Lima airport for an eight hour flight to Mexico,
Allbeit brief Bolivia was an incredible place and will always be remembered as the day we lost 3 days!!