Hola

I have been traveling since Sunday, and I finally arrived in La Paz this night. I can't tell you how big this adventure has been. But I will give you a taste of it anyway.

So, I almost didn't make it to my bus when I was suppose to leave Iguazú, Argentina. The lady in the travel agency didn't want to give me my passport so I had to pay for the Iguazú adventure two times. But I took a taxi, crossed the Brazilian border and got on my bus to Campo Grande. That was a 13 hour busride.

In Campo Grande I bought a ticket to Corumbá. I aslo met these couple from Germany which I had an expensive lunch with. We came to Corumbà quite late, after 7 hours busride, so we had to check in to a nasty hotel. But I got to experience Carnaval after all, even though it was a small one.

I woke up at 7 the morning after, had a crapy breakfast and chatted with an alcoholic junkie who spent two month in a mental hospital in Italy. His name was Luis and he helped me alot! The second question he gave me was "Which is you favourite alcohol drink?" He was just lovely.

I said good bye to the couple and headed to the federal police station which apparently were closed. Then I met Percy from Peru with whom I followed to the Bolivian border to get my stamp. In the small town called Puerto Quijarro we bought our tickets to Santa Cruz and then we had to wait for like 6 hours for the bus to leave. I had my first Bolivian meal, a whole fish; with eyes and teeth and all... But is was really good!

On the bus we got stopped two times to get our passport checked. The second time they told Percy to get out of the bus, and after a while they came back just pointing at me. Then they took out all of my bags and talked really fast, so you can jut imagine how lost I felt. We were in the middle of nowhere and they took me inside this small dark room where the mosquitos just feasted on my blood.

Fortunately they let me go back on the bus. That was the last I saw from Percy.

But then I found Emma, from Scotland. She was even more confused and scared than I was. We continued together to Santa Cruz. That was also about a 12 hour long bus ride.

We got to Santa Cruz at 4 am, and the busdriver said that there was a lot of thieves out there, and I could just imagine. The lovely kind man let us sleep on the bus outside the busterminal for about 2,5 hours. Then we said good bye and headed for some toilets. We barely had the time to freshen up before we got on the next bus, that would take us to Cochabamba.

That was a nine hour bus ride into the jungle and over the mountains. Just amazingly beautiful! And since there's also Carnaval in Bolivia, people threw water, and colored water and foam, on the bus. That we also got to experience after the 9 hour bus ride. We found a bus qiuckly that would take us to La Paz, but you now, the buses here in Bolivia don't have toilets, so you need to take your chances when you have them. So we did, and got drenched. The locals had a blast throwing water balloons on us. And really hard! I got so mad I was crying and almost killed them with my berimbau.

But we got to La Paz, eventually, after 7 more hours. It was feaking cold, since we got there in the middle of the night. And we also had a problem finding a place to stay, since it was caranaval. But eventually we did. And we slept for about 3 hours, and now we're at the hostel we first wanted. The Wild Rover.

So yeah, I am alive and still living the dream. Today I had my first proper meal in tree days, and I can't tell you how good those scrambled eggs, yoghurt with granola and a coup of tea tasted.

So don't you dare tell me it's paradise I'm in, it's more like a fun living hell.