I know it´s kinda quick, but Bolivia just needs an update of it´s own!

Have you ever been to the Efteling and if so: did you gointo the Fata Morgana? Well try to picture the part where you go by the marketplace with people dressed in exotic clothes shout random things, there smells and things to see everywhere, it´s noisy, it´s beautiful, it´s scary, it´s different and more than that. Well, picture that, change the arabic for anything south american you can imagine and add some cars blowing their horns constantly and there you have it: La Paz!

Arriving at the busstation on the border was so funny. As soon as I stepped out of my taxi, about 8 Bolivianos rushed over to me like flies, trying to convince me to travel with their company, pulling on my arms and fighting with each other. I managed to find a decent enough bus and met up with a guy from Peru. We travelled al the way to La Paz and with my 2 weeks of spanish I was surprised how well I managed to talk to him. I told him about Holland and our food, our bikes, little towns and why it´s impossible to see as many stars there as they have here.And he loved my ´western´ music while I listened to some of his latin music and saw videos where he does typical Peruvian dances. Very fun! And I was glad to have him helpme find my hotel in this major city, it´s just so chaotic!

The journey here was long and exhausting. Though the bus was better than I expected, I still didn´t sleep well. We stopped in a small town on the way for food. It was beautiful! Women dressed in wide skirts with high hats and huge loads of merchandise(or babies) wrapped in colourful blankets on their backswalked down the streets. I was probably as much of a site for themas they were for me, it was quite funny to see young kids pointing me out to their moms. ´look mommy! A gaint with blonde hair!´ The mosquito´s were curious for my gringa-blood as well, leaving me with a hug bump in me neck. Ah well... Also loved how, whenever we stopped, local people would jump in and sell food and stuff. Humita´s! Hmm! There were boys on the side of the bus, selling ice cream by throwing it up through the windows and their customers in their turn threw down some money.

I already met two of my fellow travellers for the overland tour. For Catherine: one is from Finland, her name is Osaand apart from that she had a shower, went for coffee and seems very nice, I know nothing of her yet. We only met shortlyThe other is 18 year old Tom from England and also very nice. Looking forward to meet the others this afternoon, but first: sleep!!