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Hola Amigos!
Right, where to start? Since Charles' last blog alot of things have happened (a few which aren't suitable for this blog) so be prepared to read yet another essay!
Ok, I'll pick up where Charles' left things; waiting for the bus from Rurrenebaque to La Paz, which turned out to be nowhere near as bad journey as we expected thanks to the scenery we could see this time as the one before was mainly through the night! One again however during the break for tea on the bus journey our inability to speak Spanish put us in an interesting situation. We stopped at a resteraunt for tea and as per usual in the small restaraunts there was no menu, so the waitress came over and read out our options of which we recognised none. So we used a technique we have adopted durring our time here of just repeating which ever option you can, which in this case was something similar to "Sabana". The women looked slightly shocked but took the order anyway. We were then served a long strip of what we assumed was chicken until we realised the alarming amound of bones, so we then automatically assumed fish. It wasn't until we had both finished and Charles turned his "fish" over to discover that it wasn't a fish at all thanks to its scales... we would later discover that we had unknowingly eaten snake!
After the bus journey we made our way to our hostel and then spent the day out and about the city, during this time we both picked ourselves a new Bolivian barnet. Which until we left the shop and changed in had our hair swept behind our ears and some uneven areas. We then hit the bar at the hostel at what we assumed was around 9 however it turned out to be around 5.30. However, we didnt have much to do so we ended up staying in our seats at the bar till shutting time before we all moved to a bar called ruta 36, which brought in an unusual crowd (even by Bolivian standards)! This is about as much as i can tell you definatly as the rest is a blur. We then woke up the next day in a state of depression vowing to never drink again.
Dispite having hangovers that could kill a elephant we managed to as planned make it to see the Chorlitas wrestling along with the rest of the hostel, which turned out to be the weirdest experience of the trip so far in my eyes. Our bus took us around an hour out of town to what resembeled a abandend warehouse with a boxing ring in the middle. Our tour gave us front row seats to a 4 hours of insane wrestling. There was several fights including; a women v two men, a midget and his friend v an army commander and a ninja v a san pedro prison escapee. The standard of wrestling at times was hilerious as it was clear no one was getting hit at any point however the highlight for me was the army commander chasing a midget around the ring for a few seconds before throwing a wooden crate at his head which smashed. The whole experience was hilerous in ever aspect; the Bolivians in the crowds seriousness, the wrestlings standards and its unpolitcal correctness that included the crowd chanting "Midget! Midget!". All in all made an incredible days entertainment! After this we were convinced by our friend Jim from the hostel to come and get a steak sandwich from the bar, which almost envitably ended up with us in Ruta 36 several hours down the line. So much for never drinking again.
We woke up early the next morning agreeing we needed to leave La Paz for our budgets sake and our bodies so we left early to a place called Copacabana near enough on the Peru-Bolivia border but more importantly it was a place to relax on Lake Titikaka and recover from our hangovers. The bus journey was only four hours on a tiny bus but none of this made any difference as we both fell fast asleep as soon as we sat down until we had to get off which we took a boat across a section of the lake. Once we got there we slept from 6pm till around 11 am the next day. We then spent the next couple of days doing near to nothing apart from hiring swan pedallow (which was romantic) and eating a hell of a lot of the trout.
We have on our final day been to Isla de Sol (island of the sun), which is apparently an amazing historical site where a lot of the Inca's mythology was started however thanks to only spanish speaking guides, i will have to take their word for that. So we've spent the day looking at ruins and a rock which aparently looked like a puma (not sure if Me or Charles agree). We then had a trek from one side of the island to the other which was hard work as the altitude exhausted us and the landscape wasn't flat at anypoint! We were also charged almost like road tax at several points on the path the funniest been right at the end boarding the boats, luckily it was only 50p but some people we less than happy including one guy from Argentina who barged straight past the money collector. We then spent the night having a few drinks and a meal with two American girls and a dutch women we had met on the trip.
That leaves things as they are Me and Charles sat in an internet cafe trying to decided whether its Arequipa or Cusco in Peru next.
Hope all is well back in Brighouse
Lots of love
Max x
p.s. Az i hope you like the blog since you are our number one fan and your opinion means a lot to us both!
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