La Paz, Bolivia- Get Hammered!

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The three of us gals have now separated. What a sad day! But what timing, the Irish couple are also going to La Paz.
I awoke to find vomit on my shoe. I’m guessing someone must have thought it would be funny to throw up on my shoe because it can’t possibly be mine! Even though last night’s a bit foggy… and I did mix my drinks…okay you got me. It was me. I’m the culprit.

Night after night, drinking ensues. Wild Rover Hostel, how you wrecked me last night! I don’t see how these people can do it day after day. It’s cheap here, so that helps with the drunkenness.
Next mission, don’t drink! Can she do it?

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In the morning, we are going on the DEATH road! Dunn, dunn, duuunnnn!
Will I survive?

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Drink, drink, drink!

Alrighty, I have a plan and a headache. Hopefully the strike is over so I can leave this boring town of Puno to La Paz, Bolivia. 

I met up with the Irish couple last night, and of course there was drinking… But I have learned! I only got a bit tipsy! Yay! 

I don´t know what it is about me, but if someone asks me personal questions, I just answer brutally honest. My past gets pretty mucky, but people are enthralled by it. ¨You were left home alone a lot when you were little? And you were locked out of the house how many times?¨ ¨Well, yeah, and a lot…¨

¨You´re only friend was a camera?¨ ¨For a bit, yeah.¨

I guess I am not ordinary. I mean, I hitch hike, have train hopped, been homeless. But I love what I do! I embrace my past, it has made me who I am… A bit off… Wacky… That´s me. Normalcy, what is that!

After the Irish folk and I went our separate ways, I started headed my way back to the hostal.

Wait, what is that? I hear music. Of course my curiousity gets the best of me. I follow the noise, and find the locals dancing in the street and playing instruments. Everyone had those things that you twirl in the air that clank. 

Once I decided to leave, I realized, I had no clue where I was. So with my perfect spanish I tried getting directions. ¨Donde…uhh… Bothy Hostal?¨ A local man lets me know that I´m very far, spacing his hands as far a possible. Another tourist, but still a peruvian guy walks me back. 

He looks like a nerd, so I know I´m safe. We end up getting lost together, I guess that´s better than alone. I almost walk into the DANGER ZONE! But nerd man stops me. I´m glad I know what danger is in spanish. Me being me, I question it, ¨Why? Por que?¨ Sometimes I´m such a child. Give me answers for everything.

If I don´t speak someone´s language, it´s like we are playing charades. He acts like he has my backpack on his shoulder and it getting snatched. ¨Someone will steal my bag!¨ Yay! I got it right! Gold star for me. We decide not to go that way.

After getting wrong directions from many locals, I recognize where we are with my spidey senses.

Finally, the hostal, a bed, sleep.

…Puno…Next move- February 5th, 2014

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Boredom has a heavy weight on my shoulders. What to do, what to do. Three ladies, now possibly going on different paths. But of course we will see eachother again. I will wait, until the Irish couple get here, then off to Bolivia! A new adventure.

It seems I´m always someone´s sugar momma. It began months ago, in the states. I never have that much but I have enough to help others. The first couple of times, being sugar momma and all. I got paid in sex, which was fine for me. But now, I´m not getting anything!¨Whoa whoa, someone´s gotta pay the sugar momma!¨

On this trip the Swed has kept me happy, making up for the German. Before I even knew the German that well, I became his sugar momma. I also was the Swed´s sugar momma. Then once we went our separate ways and I met up with these two girls, The Australian, and massachusetts, I became their sugar mommas. This is a weird cycle… I´m going to have to go hunting for my next prey, I´m getting hungry…

January 8th, 2014

I´m on my way to Laguanas.  It´s strange how the natives tend to not care about personal space, except these tour guides are different. Hammocks on a sardine filled boat, yay!

While in our Hostal off of the Amazon, we met an interesting German fellow. We talked for a while, and he is a very persuasive man, Ït´s a once in a lifetime opportunity…¨And now my friend the Swedish and I are on a boat with this German that we hardly know, going into the danger infested jungle for 4 days… Will we survive? Tune in next time to find out…

January 7, 2014

Gocta WaterfallsIn Yurimaguas, Peru (near the Amazons). It is beautiful here, and all the people are so welcoming. I found out that I´m considered exotic here because of my porcelian skin (oh, lucky me)! Slowly, I´m picking up on spanish, not many people in this town know english. My thoughts are a bit scrambled. I started my journey December 30th, in Lima, Peru. What a big city! 10 million people, 10 million people all bustling the streets together. It makes me suffocate! All these buildings, all these people.

I met up with my friend, (the only reason I came to Peru) and we ended up partying in Lima. Drunkeness captivated me, and some hit ons happened. Next day I was awoken by partying still. At the hostel they were still up and going strong. For about 15 minutes a guy talked to me about my eyes and, ¨How pretty they are…Wow…¨Oh, pleeaase… After that, our journey really began. We stayed at each town or city about a day or two, then moved to the next one. We were making great time, seeing so much. We saw Chan Chan, the Moche temples (Huanaco del Sol y de Luna). Also, we saw Kuelap, which I might add was AMAZING! It is this city that was built by the Vikings in the side of the mountain. The next day we went to see the Gocta Waterfall in the pouring rain. But a rock slide happened so we couldn´t get any closer to it.

Silence is what this trip has been filled with. My friend doesn´t tend to talk very much. For only knowing him for a couple of months, it´s quite a leap to take to start traveling together in a different country. What was I thinking… So good so far…