La Paz - it´s dynamite.

We arrived very early in the morning in La Paz. There was an all day parade on so I started drinking at 10:30am. Which is fine. The parade had all sorts of deadly music and dancing. La Paz is class. Even though the hygiene is horrific and people have a piss wherever they want. It's still one of the best places we've been to down here.

One mad place was called the witches market, where they sell all kinds of weird potions and healing things. In old Coke bottles. I didn't buy a potion there. Another thing I didn't buy was a llama fetus. They sell little llama fetuses to people so they can bury the fetus under their house. Apparently putting a llama baby carcus under your house is good luck. I wonder what kind of cruel mental bollocks made up THAT superstition. There were boxes and boxes of fetuses for sale. It was mingin. Tilt your head right and you will see the fetuses in this photo.

In the streets there were many political protests while we were there. There were gunshot sounds and people detonating dynamite in the streets. How responsible!

We saw The Dark Knight one of the nights. Great acting in that movie. Savage portayal of The Joker.

One night we stayed out for hours and hours. Went to a normalish nightclub. Bad idea to go on the vodka redbulls though. Probably old Johns idea. Then we hit Club 36, when we went in the door and ordered our first round, we were offered a gram of coke. Now there´s something you won´t get in The Foggy Dew. It was a great night.

We found out a few days later that Elaine and I had been doing magic card tricks for an ex-con called Kenneth who had been incarcerated for the last coupla years for drug trafficking. He was baffled at the card tricks but he tried to pretend we wasn´t. He looked like Mr T.