Ida, Marthe, and I hopped in the Landcruiser for a 4 hours ride to Santa Rosa? where the Pampas tours took place. About halfway there we were flagged down by a military truck that had been travelling in the opposite direction when they spotted us. They took a casual look through my bag, poked around our big bags that were packed on the roof and decided it was in their best favor to start making jokes about how we had lost a gringo on the road because there were 2 girls and 1 guy. I was missing they said. Sometimes I guess it’s just better to tell them “Yes I’m married to both those women,” maybe then they’ll stop being retards and let you keep driving down the road. A few minutes passed and after they found they had nothing to bribe us over and that we had no immediately available food they piled back in their truck to continue the bumpy ride. We did too.
We had lunch at some place along the way. Once again the soup had more bone than meat. That’s the general situation here. Sometimes I’d just rather have them leave the meat out.
Onward to the dock where we had to flag a boat guy down off of the river to go get the guy that was to pick us up. Enter Freddie and Jos�, our guides for the next 3 days. They were uhm, short, dark-skinend, had black hair, and good smiles. When we got to the camp by boat 10 minutes later we also met Jos�’s 2 girls, wife, and very comfy hammocks. We hung out with the latter for an hour recovering from the ‘jeep’ ride. Then it was off to the proper pampas tour.
The boat was more of a glorified canoe with an ourboard motor. My favorite place was right on the bow. Lying down so I couldn’t see the boat behind me. I felt like one of the birds cruising down the river. On that first day we saw lots of alligators, some howler monkeys and lots of birds. The loud ‘bffffff’ of the pink river dolphin was also quite welcome as they surfaced and played all around the boat.
That night, after dark, we cruised out to some high ground where we could spotlight us some ‘gaters. Basically they have night-vision eyes hat reflect beautifully when you shine a light on them. It was, like, cool watching them walk around in the night.
Dinner. Yummy but salty. Sleep. Wakey. Breakfast.
Next day it was off before sunrise to watch sunrise from the same high point. Pretty, foggy, some huge birds. In the afternoon we took a trip up the river in the other direction to play with some little monkey that love banana and love to climb all over you to get banana. We also saw a Capibara. Swimming around the water was alos nice, great temperature dolphins all around. Yay.
Later we went fishing for some piranahs but only caught little babies. We got lots of bites but i think our tiny hooks were to big. It wasn’t really fishing season.
Same drill that night as last night, this time with a bottle of wine.
The next day we walked along a road while the guides went looking for an Anaconda and didn’t find one. Then we went home.
So when we got back to Rurrenabaque we asessed our finances and found that we were barely squaeking by. I had yet to do a 2 day Jungle tour while the girls were just chilling in Rurre. We basically had to find a cheap hotel and then spend about 8 bolivianos a day on food. That’s about, uhm, $1. It’ll buy a lot of bread rolls and bananas though and I think that’s what the chicas were eating while I was out at the Jungle.
After we got back from the pampa I made a dash to the tour agency street to find out which one had a group going to the Jungle the next day and evetually found one. They were a bit more expensive than the others and suddenly I was in the same situation as the girls. I would barely have any money left after I got back to Rurre. Bff.
Early the next morning I snuck out of the room and headed out to catch the 4 hour boat ride to the jungle camp. It started raining. Luckily it was warm at this altitude or we would have all hypothermiad and died. 4 hours upriver. Only 2 hours downriver on the way back. Very nice.
So I get on the boat and a couple from Toronto that was on the boat on Titicaca when I visited the islands was also there. Hi, Yoav and Gretchen. I was to spend most of the two days with them as we all got split up into tour groups when we got to the camp. we were 9 people - 6 wanted to go together leaving us 3. None of us was going to complain, a smaller group can be so much more flexble and quieter for seeing animals.
We went on a hike and soon stumbled upon a mess of noise off in the woods followed by a horrible stench. We had stumbled upon a herd of wild pigs. We reckon that there were probably a few hundred of them there. Our guide was making the funniest screeching wailing sound trying to attract or pacify or attract or something the pigs. I got a movie of it on my digicam, it’s mad hilarious. I’ll get that thing uploaded eventually.
That night we did the eye search with flashlights again and found some birds that were sitting on the ground. Another hike the next day yielded some more pigs and a toucan. We had the viagra tree pointed out to us. I think we probably walked over a lot of leaf-cutter ants as they often shared a road with us.
Right before the boat arrived to pick us up I decided to go swimming in the river Beni. Bad idea, I had been covering myself really well all the time to avoid getting bug-biten and these 90 seconds of time that the sand flies had while I was undressing and dressing gave them ample time to bite up my back and legs quite good. Bastards. What would a visit to the Jungle with ample bug bites be though?
We headed back to Rurre early in the afternoon and had a mellow evening of it. To save money Ida and I cooked our dinner on my camp-stove which I had fortunately lugged along.
The next day we hiked up to the mandatory christian gross that’s above every town that i’ve seen in south america. great view. Hot Hot Hot in the sun. Then it was off to catch the flight back to La Paz. The time on the ticket was 1pm so we showed up to find out that that’s check-in time. We could ahve showed up at 2pm. The bus to the air strip didn’t show up until about 2:30. When we got to he strip the plane hadn’t even arrived yet. Typical. Why do they even have clocks here? We each had 18 Bolivianos in our pockets for the 13 Bs and 5 Bs taxes that we were told we’d have to pay. They ended up being 13 Bs and 6 Bs instead. We had to borrow money from a guy that Ida and Marthe knew. Ugh, why do they even have calculators here?
The plane ride was just about an hour long. We got biscuit and Coca Cola service. I had finished my Coke when we hit the turbulence, the kids farther up had just gotten a full cup. It was a pretty comical scene to see the cup and the Coke go up and only the cup go back down and the soft drink remained suspended in the air for a fraction of a second before raining down on all of the people that were just so recently intent on drinking it.
We landed in La Paz, borrowed some more money to take a bus downtown, went back to the hostel.
In Crooico we took a truck to town where there were a few hotel scouts trying to sign us up. Jochen, the Austrian guy who was on our bike trip had been there before so we checked into the Esmeralda. Not as cheap as where I had been staying but for 30 Bolivianos ($4.5) a night I can’t complain. There was a killer view, a sauna, a pool, a projection TV screening room, great hot water. The poshest place I have probably stayed in my whole time in SA.
I reckon they made their profit off of services like the breakfast/lunch/dinner buffets which all cost about 20 B’s, not a lot but it suplements their money a bit. The walk into town was not long but enough to keep us there and eating the all-you-can-eat.
On the second day we were all gonna hop in the sauna for a bit before catching the bus back to La Paz. Around the time when the Sauna was about to be turned on at 4pm somone came down asking who had put shoes into the sauna to dry… they had been, uhm, a bit too close to the stove and had caught fire. Yes, Ida and Marthe’s schoos were toast. One was not so bad but the other had seriously burnt the whole heel off the shoe. Another crappy side effect of all this was that the sauna now smelled like burnt rubber. Maybe we’ll scratch that plan of taking a sauna and just chill in the sun for a bit.
The bus back to La Paz gave us a nice view of what we didn0t get to see when we did the bike ride. Steep steep drops for sometimes hundreds of meters. Trucks seem to tumble down at a regular rate. Being in a bus and looking down these chasms was slightly exhilerating, a bit scary. I was definitely hoping the driver was all with it.
The next day in La Paz I bought a new camera. This time a refurbished Canon Powershot A60. I’m really not a big fan of these Canons but there really wasn’t a huge amount of choices. Only Sony was readily available as well and they use the pain in the ass proprietary memory stick.
We decided to take a bus to Rurrenabaque to do some Jungle/Pampa tours. The road blocks had been lifted so buses could get through. The plan was to take a bus there (15 hours they said) and a plane back. Bus costs 50 B’s and the plane costs 350 B’s. A mighty difference.
The next morning we got to the bus terminal at 10:30 am. In walking around looking for some snacks I came across the pre-mixed Cuba Libre (rum n coke) and spent 15 B’s on a 1 liter bottle. I really think this bottle helped me make it through the trip. I shared some with the girls when the bus stopped to have a tire changed,… but then I drank about another half liter all by myself. It definitely took the edge off of what turned out to be a 20 hours bus ride.
The ride started out nice, not too crowded, great views back to Coroico when we had gotten that far. After descending down some crazy switchbacks we picked up a ‘lovely’ group of 4 Israelis. Now I’ve had a bit of exposure to Israelis on this trip, running into the first ones in Huacachina in Peru and then seeing more and more as I passed throught Cusco to La Paz. I’ve met some really cool ones but I’ve basically come to realize that if you meet an obnoxious, disrespectful, noisy, money-grubbing tourist it’s probably an Israeli. They travel in groups, usially of 4 to 6. They’re loud. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Acutally the ones that travel alone and are trying to get away from the stereotype are good people… anyway.
We picked up a group of 4 Isrealis and the first thing they do after they get on the bus is sing songs at the top of their lungs for about 2 hours. At least so it seemed. After that they were just talking. Funny how most people on the bus were having conversations but they were the only ones I could hear. Why so loud. Laaaater on that night the bus stopped for about 3 hours for some unknown reason and for about 1 hour at about midnight when the whole bus was trying to sleep here’s one of these guys yelling, whining out loud. “Quiero Cama, Quiero DVD, Porque no vamos?” It was like they were drunk it was so disrespectful. All that was running through my head was “If I could just send Palestine a bit more money to buy more guns…” Then I felt bad and decided to think more positively. Right now the Israeli guys have 3 years of military duty after high school, girls have 2. How’s about changing that to 2-3 years of conflict resulution classes/school/training. Maybe it would help the Israel/Palestine dispute. Maybe not. I was just thinking that it might make them a little more emphatic to 45 other people trying to sleep over their yelling and singing and other bullshit. The disrespect startled me. Unreal.
Ok, done with this rant. More Israeli rants to come later I think.
We finally rolled into Rure in the morning after 20 hours on the bus. Wandering around we found a hostel that wanted 25 B’s. We said 20. They said OK. We napped until the early afternoon and then it was off to find some tour agencies to go the the Pampa with.
The Pampa is a plain with small brush and grass. Some rivers flowing through it. It’s better for viewing animals than in the Jungle. The Pampas tours are mainly based on boat excursions to view alligators, capibaras, monkeys, dolphins, birds,… The jungle is more about the plants really with an odd bird or two.
Rather than going with a group of 6 Israelis at the agency that we chose we decided to pay a little bit more ($20 a day) and go with just the 3 of us. Mucho mejor. We took it easy for the night, got some street food, and found a late night electronics repair joint to solder the contact back onto Ina’s camcorder battery so we could use that. Yay.
The next morning at 8:30 in the morning we were at Jaguar Tours and ready to go.
Ok, I’ll post this now. Still a week behind I think. Yuk Yuk Yuk. Sorry if it’s not all exciting. Just trying to get stories and fact down for myself if nothing else as I’m not really keeping any other kind of journal. Peace.
So last I wrote I believe I was sitting in some internet joint in Puno, Peru trying to type over the noise of people playing a soccer video games across the hall and a guy next to me listening to his Musica Latina Rrrrromantico blasted to the point of distortion on his eety-bitty computer speakers. I had to get out of there.
So a bus from Cusco to Puno it was, what date I don’t remember, it was a while back. On a Sunday if I remember correctly. The bus got into town at 9pm and i was rapidly approached by a drunk cabbie trying to give me a ride to a hostel. Uhm, no buddy, you reek of liquor. I think not. I hopped in anohter cab and found a bed for the night. I was pretty pooped from the bus ride. Got some pizza and some street food and passed out to get up just before 7am the next day to try to get a ridce out to the Titicaca islands of Amantani and Taquile.
I was trying to avoid going with some obnoxious tour group but pretty much ended up with one anyway. Grr. I was tempted into taking a tourist boat to the island because they stopped bu Uros, the floating islands in Titicaca. I think it would have been a lot cooler to ride on the collectivo boat with the locals but I was tempted tempted tempted by seeing more more more. Uros wasn’t all that exciting. They dropped us off at a school where the kids sang us some songs and we walked around on these piles of reed that sloshed around but held us up. Houses were on stilts and I think they just put so much reeds down between them that it made a bit of an island. I’m better with cameras than explaining. Unfortunately I didn’t have a camera for this bit.
We cruised on to Amantani. I got to talking to Luis, the Ecuadorean who has been studying Sewage Engineering in Germany for 4 years and we had fun shifting between our 3 common languages. I leared Spanish from him. He learned some English. Good times. Once on the island there was sort of a matching up of gringos with locals who would put us up in their humble homes for the night. The islands was pretty and really mellow. I ran into a couple that was camping shortly above the house where I was staying. I was wishing I had brought my tent. I was wishing I hadn’t been hurring to meet some buddies in La Paz real soon. As it was I stayed on Amantani for one night.
Juan, our host, was running a school for kids that were to poor to go to normal school. The schoolroom also doubled as our dining room. It was fun reading all the moral sayings written on the wall. Reminded me of the early grades of grammar school.
We did a walk around the island to a temple up at the top. On the way some Amantani denizens were all too eager to sell us some of their woolen goods. I bought one hat, I should have bought many more. The quality and brilliant colors that I found there havn’t been available at a comparable price anywhere else. Lesson learned, I guess. If you see it and like it, buy it. One problem, I hadn’t brought a lot of loot so I had to watch my spending a bit.
That night we were al shuffled into a room where some local kids played pretty music and got us all up to dance. My belly hurt after the first dance so I resigned to sitting on the bench in my borrowed poncho trying to figure out how the skirts of the local women poof out so far.
The next morning we caught a boat to Taquine Island where we were shuffled into a restaurant which I and a few others quickly escaped in order to wander around on our own for a little bit. We the rebellious few that could not take the herd mentality. We played with kids near the school for a while. We were going to do a hike for a while but the kids were too engaging. I didn’t have any candy to give them, not that I would, so I had them basically at each others throats when i pulled out the stickers I had bought in Cusco. Smileys and Garfield. The Jesus and Mary stickers were definitely the biggest hits.
We were just starting to play around with throwing the kids around through the air when we had to go. Best thing to do with kids that are begging, I think I might have written this before, months ago, play with them. Make them forget that they want something from you and give them something else, a fun time.
A boat ride back to Puno led to some more Spanish and German lessons. I joined some cool Isrealis back to their cheaper hostel that even had a kitchen and retired to the internet to write my last real blog update. Lordy. How behind I am. I came back from the internet and these kids had cooked some delicious burgers that they shared with me. Thanks Guys. The next morning I making off to La Paz, Bolivia to meet up with Ida and Marthe who had been travelling there direct from Cusco.
The bus ride from Puno to Copacabana, Bolivia was pretty uneventful. People payed anywhere from 10 to 25 soles for the ride. Depending on what hotel they booked it from. It was a strict tourist bus and a lot of people from my island tour were also onboard.
Getting across the border posed no problems though they only gave everyone 30 days in their tourist visa. Bastards. Ecuador and Peru gave 90 days without a problem. When we were entering Copacabana a guy got on bard the buys and was trying to sell us tickets to allow us to enter Copacabana and since we had a few people on the bus who had been to Coapacabana the week before and didn’t have to pay this nominal fee most of us said screw you to the guy, we’re not even staying here. Since when do towns get on buses and start charging passengers to pass through their town. A few people got rid of their last bits of fake peruvian money on this poor sap. Most of us just flat out refused.
Rolling into Copacabana it became very evident that there were no buses to La Paz. The road was closed due to a strike in the province so the only option that remained was to take a boat to the town of Taquine from where the road to La Paz was open. Near the bus a guy wanted 70 bolivianos for the 4 hours boat ride and we couldn’t talk him down below 50 so we walked down to the docks, we being the group of us that was on the bus and trying to push on to La Paz. With our bargaining power combined we talked the boat down to 35 bolivianos, about $5. Starting to approach a fair price. Off we went, I read some of my Tom Sawyer and the newspaper on board. At some point here I also started reading the copy of Kon-Tiki in German that the Swedish guy gave to me in Pimentel way back in northern Peru. The boat ride stretched on and on and we eventually piled into a small kombi minivan on the other end and made the 2.5 hour ride to La Paz. All 6 of us stuck together and found a hotel. It’s not that great to walk around a big city looking for accomodation, alone, with all your belongings on your back.
The next morning I cruised to the Alojamento El Carretero to seek out Ida and Marthe. I got there at about 10 am woke them up in the process of trying to contact them.
They’d had a tought trip from Cusco to La Paz, it took 36 hours in all. Ideally it would take 18 but they got caught up in the same issues I did except for their bus didn’t know about the strike so they had to wait and turn back and wasted a lot of time. Yuck. They deserved their rest.
We wandered around for a day and booked a mountain bike trip to Corioco which leads down the, ahem, Death Road. The road had some pretty damn steep embankments. When a bus falls down the side of the mountain in a few inopportune spots people die. It was pretty chill on bike. We got dropped off at 4700 meters and got to ride down to Coroico which is located at about 2500 meters if I remember correctly. We didn’t have the greatest views. Rain and fog. That made for fun riding. I blew out a rear tire almost at the end of the ride, that’s never happened to me before. It was a full-on loud bang explosion. I got a different heavier bike to finish the end of the tour.
They served us an included dinner at some cute little place by the river and then we got a ride up to Corioco to hang out for a few nights while the bikes and other gringos were shuttled back to La Paz for the next group.
Yadda Yadda. It’s time to go meet some people and have a fun time. I shall try to write some more tomorrow. I hope to get caught up by the time I leave La Paz on Friday night or Saturday. Peace.
Now if your looking in my dictionary and you wanna know the meaning of the English word “Bubby” (that’s rite, it’s an english word in my dicitionary) you will find
BUBBY. s. voz carinosa que se aplica a un muchachito. vulg. teta o pecho de mujer.
I thought you might enjoy that bit of information. paz y amore -jason
Editorial Note:
Is what I got in response to this here piece that I forwarded a while back:
And yes, Jason’s dictionary was GHETTO, bought on the streets of Chiclayo, Peru.
> > Subject: Guide to Miami’s Official Language
> >
> >
> > > Guide to Miami’s Official Language:
> > > Berguerquín = Burger King
> > > Maddonal = McDonald’s
> > > Equer = Eckerd Drugs
> > > Disni Guer = Disney World
> > > El queimar = K-mart
> > > Guolmar = Walmart
> > > Besbai = Best Buy store
> > > Sebenileben = 7-Eleven convenience store
> > > El Guindici = Winn-Dixie Supermarket
> > > El Pobli = Publix Supermarket
> > > Guashinton = Washington D.C. or one dollar
> > > Mayamibish = Miami Beach
> > > tonpai = Florida’s Turnpike
> > > un picop = a pick-up truck
> > > un Bosguagon = a Volkswagen
> > > transporteichon = a barely adequate automobile
> > > un estó = a stop sign
> > > daontaon = Downtown area
> > > Maico = a man or boy named Michael
> > > tineiyer = teenager
> > > un yin = a pair of jeans
> > > pantijó = panty hose
> > > yaqui = a jacket or windbreaker
> > > pulove = a pull-over
> > > tiché = a T-shirt (see “pulove”)
> > > un su = a lawsuit
> > > un partain = a part-time job
> > > printear = to print; use a computer printer
> > > faxear = to fax
> > > taipear = to type
> > > incontá = Income Tax
> > > escoshtei = Scotch Tape
> > > el teipe = tape any kind
> > > lonchando = having lunch
> > > cachú = tomato ketchup (not a sneeze)
> > > jatdó = a hot dog
> > > sanguiche = a sandwich
> > > un pari = a party
> > > chirró = sheet rock for construction
> > > vi vaporrú = Vicks Vapor Rub
I don’t think there’s anything too stunning in this set, just kinda pictures for those who care. Here’s the first new one.
Oy, I gotta catch up on the blog. Miserably Behind. Yes, I bought a new camera today. A refurbished Canon Powershot A60 for $130. Not too huge an investment.
IE is pissing me off. In the middle of typing something it decides another page has loaded and it changs focus to another window. I want to kill kill kill.
Ok. So Leo showed up on our doorsteps. Kind of an awkward situation. Why? When our gang had been travelling before and even when Jason and Ina and Leo were travelling before Leo and Ina were attached at the pelvis in a very physically intimate relationship. It was kissy kissy at every free moment. Kind of to the point of annoyance to all of us, but hey, that’s how it goes with PDA sometimes.
Leo and Ina were travelling around Iquitos, Peru in the jungle for a while before he left to go back to his studies in Holland. A few weeks later we all meet up in Cusco, sans Leo, and Jason and Ina decide that it would be smart for them to hook up as a couple. Ok, so it was pretty dumb living with them in the same room. I must borrow the great term ‘sexiled’ from a good friend of mine. That’s what I was at times, trying to give the kids a little bit of space. Ok, all was fine and dandy until we got back from Machu Picchu and Ina was sitting on a computer when an instant messenger window popped up from Leo declaring that he was in Cusco. Awkward situation we had on hours hands. Leo kinda coming back to get back with Ina to discover that she’s now with Jason. Oy. Ina and Jason tried to hide things for about 6 hours but Leo kinda figured things out when he saw the two waking up cradled into each other the next morning.
Leo’s story, be it true or not: CENSORED AT HIS REQUEST
So now he’s here, not much money, looking for work. Our friends, the British girls, Freya and Prim had comissioned a lady to knit hats for us that say no ‘No Gracias’ on the front. That was kind of reactionary to getting acosted by people here in Cusco trying to sell tourists cigarettes, marijuana, cocaine, meals, tours, gloves. The list goes on.
Leo and I were drinking on the corner and had close to a liter of Clos red wine ( S/8 a liter ) when we came up with the idea of making No Gracias shirts. The next morning we set out to find out where we could get cheap shirts, have them printed, and I sat down in front of photoshop for a little while coming up with a basic design. We printed a dozen and Leo’s been selling them since. Been pretty cool. He’s selling them consistently. Making more money by selling 2 than he would working a crap restaurant job for the whole day. That’s pretty cool. I helped him with the initial investment and he’s running with it. I’m not too comfortable being a hype man selling stuff on the street but he’s pretty good at that kind of stuff. I hope this will carry him through the high season. The shirts cost S/9 to make and we’re selling them for S/20 or sometimes for less to quantity buyers or poor friendly enthusiastic kids.
Wednesday night there was a Full Moon Party with rave dj’s and campfires and people juggling with fire, spinning poi with fire, crystal styx with fire. Cool stuff. Later that night we hung out with some artisan types in their room across the street and they told Jason about this guy who lives about an hour away who makes drums and digeridoos. Crazy Oscar, they said, just go into town and ask for him, he can make you a drum if you want one.
We took off to find Oscar the next morning and it worked ewxactly the way things work here in S.A. Just ask around, no problem, we found Oscar, his house was on the edge of town behind the kindergarten. He makes drums and digeridoos out of local wood that he finds, the drums from hollowed out root-balls and tree bases and the digeridoos from cool curvy trees that he splits in half, hollows out, and glues back together. Jason and Ina ordered drums for the next day and we hung out for a while doing freakshow things like juggling, kicking footbag, and playing with crystal styx. Eventually Oscars buddies showed up so we gave him his space. He was to drop the drums off the next morning right before Ina and Jason were to catch their bus to Lima.
Jason and Ina left for Lima on Friday morning. Ina’s flight is on Sunday night. She still had to get passport junk straightened out. They went out drinking the night before and I was just kind of hanging out watching them get drunk drunk thinking about how much their bus ride in the morning was going to suck. I could have maby told Jason at 5:30 when he was still drinkng and dancing that he’s have to catch a bus in 5 hours but I kind of believe in self-punishment. If someone does something stupid, let them pay for it. Maybe it wasn’t stupid. Maybe it was worth the fun. I stayed up all night to make sure that those kids would get up and started making noise at 8:30 telling them that the bus was leaving in 2 hours. I also stayed up because I like staying up and watching the sun rise. This time there was a double purpose. At 9:30 Oscar showed up. That was after the still-drunk kids were too busy forgetting about the imminent bus and to busy giggling and frolicking. Whatever. Do your thing. at 5-till-10 they suddenly realized that they had a bus to catch and the panic ensued. Later that day I cruised to the internet to pull the pictures from my camera. Right after, at about 4pm I went to sleep and slept until 11am. I remember waking up at 3:11 am when I saw the light go off and heard the door close. I guessed it was Leo going to the bathroom or something. The next morning my camera was missing, It’s still gone. Bye Bye. Dammit. Either I left it at the internet joint or I got robbed. Either way, Sucks. There’s a good black market in Lima where I can buy a new stolen camera, hopefully for a good price, we’ll see. Shit.
Saturday night was the Beer Festival. A big music concert with 25,000 atendees and some nice tunes. Cafeta Cuba was awesome. Gondwana was groovy. I don’t remember the other band names. Beer cost $3.50 for a 620ml bottle. Cool stuff, in the USA the beer company would monopolize and jack up prices, at this festival they were selling it for less that in any store. I drank a little to much. I was in a crowd. Some asshole nabbed my wallet. Oh well, I lost S/50 and a car that I had to cancel. The think I regret losing most is the Uno 1 card that the Tizzie gave to me. I had too much stuff in it. I should not have carried a wallet at all. My bad. Live and Learn.
It was just me and Leo living in the place. We had the matresses for one more night. The next day I returned them. Later Sunday night we met up with Martin and Valeria for the last time, one of Martin’s friends from Argentina was playing a mellow solo gig at Le Nomade. I gave those guys a CD of music that I burned for them, just a mix of things I put together real quick. The least I could do. Such quality people.
Monday morning it was off to Puno, Peru to go see Lake Titicaca. I’ll have to cover all that in my next post. I’ve written enough for now,