Resisting every opportunity to make any sort of reference to Ryan Bingham, especially after Up in the Air flopped so hard at the Oscars, or the fact that Bolivia produces a gargantuan amount of cocaine and marijuana for the world to consume, it´s worth noting that we are really high up right now that we´re in La Paz. I remember watching sporting events that took place in Denver and broadcasters always making sure to describe the effects of the altitude, but I always disregarded it. Then, the Argentine population blamed a 5-1 loss in World Cup qualifying to Bolivia on the altitude in La Paz. Now, La Paz is more than 2 miles above sea level, which is double Denver; but again, I saw it as a convenient excuse. But after calmly climbing maybe 30 stairs situated about the city center, I was out of breath and embarrassed. To my left, an old woman with a mammouth bag drapped across her back was slowly but surely plugging away, passing me by as I stopped to catch my breath. I felt pathetic. But then I stuck some coca leaves in my mouth, lifted my eyes to the panamoranic surrounding La Paz which includes two mountains exceeding 21,000 ft in height, and I felt great.
We arrived in La Paz this morning after two of the worst nights of sleep I´ve ever experienced, both on buses. We did a lot of exploring today, after recharging our batteries with an all-too-needed nap, and I look forward to doing more tomorrow on a full night of sleep. The next blog post will hopefully include some, at the least, ten-cent opinions I´ve formulated on my own. Until then, chau amigos!