Got to La Paz, Capital of Bolivia, which is built in kind of a huge bowl, the lowest point is 3600 meters the highest is 4600 meters. The rich live at the bottom where its warmest the poor at the top with the cold cold winds, we stayed at the bottom like lords and ladies.
And by night
Went to a local wrestling where local ladies
take on men like "The Sexy Viper", a true Bolivian Gay icon (I'm not even kidding)
The bus that brought us had ever safety feature including no escape windows
these two kids were very excited by the whole thing, they got so excited that the small boy pretty much gave the little girl a German Suplex face first into the concrete floor, the realist bit of wrestling we saw all night, turns out they weren't even brother and sister, he just destroyed some random girl he had just met, I think he is going to be such a stud when he grows up, all the girls will love getting there noses broken.
Other wrestlers included, on of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I'm not sure which one he was because in the program he was called Michaelangelo but he was wearing red (Raphels colours as every twenty something year old in the whole world knows) but the announcers kept calling him either Leonardo or Donatelo. Damn Bolivians.
Another interesting turn of events was the drunk american, she came by asking us to cheer as loud as we could for her, apparently if the response to her in the ring was loud enough she would get some training during the week then get to fight the week after,
I can only assume she is a mangled corpse somewhere.
Next day we decided to do something a little less exploitative so here is a picture of Cailín with a Cocaine addict.
and another, look at him cover his face with a blanket out of shame, he loved it really.
Cailín buying a bag that cost almost minus money but still took her twenty minutes, look how happy the shopkeeper is that she is leaving her shop.
Bolivian fruit juice, water with fruit floating in it in a jar.
Left La Paz spending two whole days and nights travelling in an attempt to make it to Santiago for our flights.
The Good thing is that we got the fuck out of Bolivia
and back to Argentina, for the third time (the immigration police loved my passport). This means two wonderful things, STEAKS and WINE!!!!!!
And by nightWent to a local wrestling where local ladiestake on men like "The Sexy Viper", a true Bolivian Gay icon (I'm not even kidding)The bus that brought us had ever safety feature including no escape windows
these two kids were very excited by the whole thing, they got so excited that the small boy pretty much gave the little girl a German Suplex face first into the concrete floor, the realist bit of wrestling we saw all night, turns out they weren't even brother and sister, he just destroyed some random girl he had just met, I think he is going to be such a stud when he grows up, all the girls will love getting there noses broken.Other wrestlers included, on of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I'm not sure which one he was because in the program he was called Michaelangelo but he was wearing red (Raphels colours as every twenty something year old in the whole world knows) but the announcers kept calling him either Leonardo or Donatelo. Damn Bolivians.Another interesting turn of events was the drunk american, she came by asking us to cheer as loud as we could for her, apparently if the response to her in the ring was loud enough she would get some training during the week then get to fight the week after,I can only assume she is a mangled corpse somewhere.
Next day we decided to do something a little less exploitative so here is a picture of Cailín with a Cocaine addict.
and another, look at him cover his face with a blanket out of shame, he loved it really.
Cailín buying a bag that cost almost minus money but still took her twenty minutes, look how happy the shopkeeper is that she is leaving her shop.
Bolivian fruit juice, water with fruit floating in it in a jar.
Left La Paz spending two whole days and nights travelling in an attempt to make it to Santiago for our flights.The Good thing is that we got the fuck out of Bolivia
and back to Argentina, for the third time (the immigration police loved my passport). This means two wonderful things, STEAKS and WINE!!!!!!
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