Ouch. What a night!

I hauled my sorry arse out of bed so I wouldn´t waste a minute of time in this out-of-control city. The hostel included a nice breakfast, so I drank about 5 cups of coca tea - better than blue powerade to cure a horrific hangover. Then Dawn and I set out to explore the city. We wandered around the witches markets - a road with apparent witches who sell all sorts of creepy things to ward off bad spirits and bring you luck. The most interesting were the llama foetuses, that you buy to bury under your newly built house to bring you prosperity. They also had dead cats, although I never found out what they were used for. We walked around for a couple more hours, and then I left for home to have a quick sleep, as tonight was planned to be another big one... gulp.

It was Corina´s (a tour leader) birthday today, so some of us had organised a cake and of course a celebratory llama foetus at Olivers. This was also our last night as a big group, as some people were heading to Chile, and some to Rio. The night started fairly tame, with a few beers and dinner, but when we arrived with the cake, the lovely bar staff passed around a bottlle of rum and vodka for free shots. >This obviously upped the anti somewhat, and when someone (I have no idea who) brought out two massive sacks of the most ridiculous dress up costumes I have ever seen, the night had well and truly begun. I can definitely see why people come to Bolivia to go on a huge bender, partying is so easy, and always completely wild and unpredictable. One minute I was casually eating cake around the table, and then next I had a clown suit and leotard on with a lion´s head dancing on the tables with jagermeister flowing. The rest of the night remains a secret, but holy shiat it was fun. It ended with a 2 hour spanish lesson from our ever-patient hostel receptionist who somehow put up with me for that long.