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Day 47 - Saturday 17th April
Another 5.30am early wakeup for the return flight, this time with a very bumpy takeoff on the dirt runway and an extremely sketchy landing back in La Paz. We headed to Oliver's for lunch, explored the city and bought some token clothes and football tops before Olivers for dinner. I was having a quiet one but everyone else hit it HARD. The guys from the salt flats turned up and I had to introduce them to Hughie in his y-fronts stripping on a table for some bolivian woman's hen night and Jon giving a riverdance-esque Bolivian dance...we went to one club afterwards before ending up in Route 36, a notorious club amongst backpackers. Hidden behind closed shutters it has various themed booths and an 'interesting' clientelle and led to another 6am finish...
Day 48 - Sunday 18th April
After a late start, I got shown a video taken by another traveller of locals exhuming bodies in a cemetary because their families hadn't paid the proper taxes. Lovely. Consequently had a burger king to get me back to civilisation, my second fast food submission of the trip. I went with a guy from my dorm called Nixon HAZARD (!!), a really interesting guy who'd walked into Morgan Stanley in Beverley Hils and asked for a job as a stock broker. Got it the next day but was now pursuing his creative love for producing films and documentaries and shooting photography. He was hiring virtual assistants in India to help him and was doing all his work on the road paying for his whole trip around the globe. Really cool guy. We got a taxi up to a viewpoint over the city and got a full overview of just how crazy the world's highest capital really is.
For the afternoon, with the Pampus guys, I went to probably the weirdest thing so far - Cholitas wrestling. Bolivia's take on WWE, it involves men wrestling locally dressed women, corrupt referees and midgets. All while people throw things at the ring and the wrestlers try to get the crowd on their side...bizarre, entertaining for a few minutes but a bit too strange to stay for long.
Obviously had to have our last La Paz dinner in Olivers Travels and then went out drinking with Nixon and the Dutch guys Guido and Renee. We first headed across the road to the Wild Rover hostel and somehow managed to bump into Emily Hoyal (!!!) from Durham. Bizarre but you end up seeing so many people you know around the place.
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