In Bolivia
An 1,000,000 Bolivian strong blockade, a self-imposed two day fast hangover, an altitude sickness imduced splitting headache, an eight kilometer trek through the Andean hillside, my first horse ride in twenty-eight years, two Pisco drinking twenty-three year old Belgian girls, the most un-inspiring Incan ruins you’ll ever see, and a bus ride that ended up with me lost in the middle of La Paz at 11pm.
That was my first day in Bolivia.
