Bolivia: Land locked when Chile anexed their coast and made even smaller when Brazil annexed another portion...they still are waiting to get it back...
The town we entered in is called Villazon, and its a cute, dusty border town filled with stalls where tourists and those who seem to be more local gather around for good deals. Tourists gather around the llama sweaters and the more local looking folk around the fake designer sneakers. The women here are mostly wearing the classic look of the area. That is they are all wearing an interesting hat, often a bolwer, and under that they wear their hair in two braids that run all the way down their backs to their waistes and end in beaded tastle adornments. They wear some kind of button down shirt, a colorful shawl over that, a pleated skirt, knee high socks or stockings, and sandals. While they all wear hats, the sun is cruel here and everyone is dark and often wrinkly although many of them are young enough to have small children.
At the markets they sit under colorful umbrellas selling their juice, fruit, full meals that you get on a real plate, farmacy items, hats, blankets, ect. I even saw a few men under umbrellas with low tables and tarrot cards.
When we got here we found the bus station and were instantly hounded by six or seven young men wanting to know our destination and directing us to their company. We chose one with a double decker semi-cama for fifty Bolivianos each. That´s seventy Argentine pesos for the both tickets, with is less than twenty dollards for both of us to get to La Paz, an eighteen hour journey. We then decided to tend to our empy bellies. We first ran into a women selling what I think are called prickly pears in English. We each got one, she peeled away the shell and we ate them then and there, juice dripping down my wrist as I bit into the kiwi pear like seedy fruit. We then got orange juice, and then we saw a woman doling out bowls of soup and plates full of pasta and black beans topped with chicken soup and red onion and tomato salad. We went for a shared bowl of soup for five Bolivianos (less than or about a dollar). I asked the man we bought the orange juice from if it was typical for Bolivians to eat soup for breakfast (it was aroudn ten am). He said no! this isn´t breakfast, its the mid-morning lunch, soon to be followed by the afternoon lunch at 12 or one. Two lunches...for abotu 2 dollars...I love this country already. Now I can actually say, but what about second breakfast? and not just be quoting The Lord of The Rings. After we ate we walked around but we decided to wait until La Paz to go on a crazy spending spree. Oh, except I got a hat!! I´m very excited about it! It was ten Argentine pesos, just like Uli said it would be!! I´ll post a picture of it once we get to La Paz.
Now we are getting our daily dose of internet before we lunch, find food for the bus, and hot water and cookies for mate on the bus.
Until we get to La Paz....besos a todos!!
Since I dont´have my camera cord and the little local ladies don´t like it when tourists take photos of them I´ve stolen photos from the interent!