Next morning we woke in plenty of time and headed to the airport for our flight back to La Paz. We had booked into Wildrover for our final three nights in La Paz…. Bolivia and SOUTH AMERICA for that matter. It really was hitting home about how close the end of our travels actually were now and we treated the final days much like we did in Lima for my birthday. We would wake up slightly hanging to say the least, sit in the bar, order a cooked breakfast and a white Russian and commence the day like that. We drank all day and all night with various groups that past us. It was a nice finish to the South American trip, nothing left to do but just chill, drink and wait for our flight to Miami. Originally we had planned to stay in a hotel on the night before our flight, organise ourselves and our bags and get an early night… In reality we did the very opposite. The next morning was horrendous and I never want to be in a Bolivian airport, THAT hung over, waiting to fly to Miami ever again. It was an absolute nightmare. We had a two hour flight to Lima, couple hours waiting and then onto Miami. When we got to Lima we conked out until our seats were called up. "Could you have your tickets, passports and visas ready please?" Obviously we couldn't leave South America without f***ing up one more time. We had no idea we needed visa's. Only going for 10 days we thought we'd be fine, but OH NO! So even crankier now after the 2 hour flight and hanging around we had to run to an internet café, login to the visa website and apply, which the boarding attendant said could take up to an hour. Baring in mind she said this in the same sentence as "the plane will be leaving in half an hour", you can imagine our stress levels were quite high. Luckily email confirmations came through in time and we made our flight. We boarded to the standard clap and pissed off faces, but the relief more than cancelled out everyone else's attitude. We arrive in Miami just as hung over. My brain really not in the mood or capable for a grilling of the mardy customs officers, however, they have guns, so I have to comply. "How much cash do you have on you sir?", "Errr…none!", "Then how do you expect to survive your 12 days", "Umm, my debit card". This may have come across as sarcastic however I in no way meant it like that and when I kept messing up the finger print scanner his eyebrows became increasingly raised. I know you're on the early shift mate but I've just travelled 12 hours with a banging headache so just let me through will ya? My jedi thoughts seemed to work and he let me through. It was raining when we got outside and I was knackered, but f*** it… I was in M.I.A BABY!