Nov 01, 2008
Apr 04, 2009
Neil arrives on christmas eve, he´s got his passport and made the flight that H bought him to Tarija as an xmas present..yeh! So we checked into a swanky hotel as a treat and decorated the room with tinsel and baubbles, its not much but adds to an xmas vibe we were beginning to feel. Raided the mini bar that eve which proves to be expensive but have a great time. Xmas day head off for a huge steak..no turkey dinners here but its was very good...followed by the obligatory films and vegetating. Met a lone traveller in the hotel and invited him out for dinner, he was kind of odd and was desperate to go clubbing...(everything is open on xmas day!) So went to check out a club where its free drink but the guys and girls are separated until 1ma when a curtain gets pulled back for them to mingle...very odd,considering we were a mixed group decided not to partake...all sounds a bit like a school disco.
Then head off to Tupiza on boxing day, well the day after as the road was impassable due to heavy rain..one of those mud tracks cut into the side of a hill, that`s fine, we could wait! Return to nice hotel for more cable and films.
We land in Tarija whihc is a sleepy, pretty town and its lovely and warm. So in need of relaxation, we spend a couple of days enjoying the cafe culture in the main plaza, we quickly try all the restuarants and then start a roration. Unfortunatlet Heidi is not very well and spends a couple of days in bed, not only that but getting bitten to pieces, whilst I three feet away in the bed next door am completely bite free! I´m obviously don´t taste that good, which I am very thankful for. We stay ina hostel which is kinda strange, the upside being cable TV and bed covers that look like a teenagers room from the eighties - with LOVE written all over them. We settle into a routines of Beverley Hills ´moral TV´at 11am and it feels like having a sleep over. We wait to hear from neil on his prgress in La Paz. - he emails to say that his journey there was a disaster...he got chucked off the bus as the compmay double booked his seat, so he has to flag down passing buses to saee if he can get on one of those...the poor guy has the worst luck! H and I meet up with Alejandro, one of JP´s friends, who´s from Tarija for drinks one night - he speaks very fast and its really hard to understand him. After an hour or so its very tiring and I can start to zone out a bit after continuosly trying to comprehend and then translate in my head. He takes me for ´breakfast´the following morning, H stays in bed hacking and coughing. She had a huge stash of drugs..its amazing what you can buy over the counter here..and being a pharmacist she knows exactly what to ask for. Went to a traditional Bolivian eatery, you go and order a ´plate´and its set...rice, potatoes, meat, some veg and salad - touch of spice..its a great hangover cure but is kind of like dinner for breakfast which is a bit strange.