I introduce you to possibly the funniest person ive ever met. Have you seen his watch? It glows. Have you seen his phone? Its a car. Have you seen his ring? It has a Llama on it. Who else falls off a 2 story balcony and walks it off. Introducing Hansen.
(Tails, you are equally as hilarious you just dont fall off enough shit)
How we felt when told we copaca CANT get out of the town.
The follow conversation happened briefly after spending the night with the always comforting sound of gunshots outside the hostel.
"So when does the bus strike end?"
"Oh, umm maybe next week"
"Oh… So is there anyway of getting out of this town"
”.. a cab maybe”
When told there was a bus strike and there was no possible way of getting out of the town, we deemed it the end. (You think Im exaggerating here, but youd be surprised at your attitude towards life when youve spent the night before cuddling the toilet because Bolivians doing a weird thing and powerful things with food) But never you worry fellow friends, we were soon told by the trusty hotel receptionist there infact was a way out, The power of the legs. An hour walk he says. Just to the next town he says.
3 hours, 2 border crossings, 2 buses, 1 cab, 8 kilometres ( With you know a casual 20kg of luggage. Do you even lift? Well yes, yes now, now I can say i do) and a big ass patch of 3rd degree burns later, I have to say, I would have rather spent the next day filling my eye lids with jelly and converting to mormon than do that again.
What was supposed to be a 2 hour bus ride, slowly developed in the 9 hour jam packed adventure which was our trip to La Paz. It was like a terrible version of Space Jam, with more food poisoning and slightly less black holes, but equal amounts of basketball which is the main thing, right?