Sanjay's drunken lies
01.09.2010 - 02.09.2010 0 °C
We arrived in La Paz for my and Sanjay's first time and Helen's third. Helen was less than enthusiastic about returning to the place she'd gotten ill at on the previous two visits. After a nap we had a stroll about town checking out the dried llama foetuses at the witches market before going for a spot of ten-pin bowling. The bowling in La Paz is pretty old-school with the lanes looking well worn and the 10 bolivianos (1 pound) we paid for a game including our very own man who sat at the end of the lane and stood the pins back up and rolled the balls back to us. Naturally I showed Helen and Sanjay how bowling should be done and then we went for something to eat. Sat alone in a cold, village hall-feeling restaurant we looked forward to the night ahead getting slaughtered.
The night itself didn't quite live up to expectations as La Paz, and in fact all of Bolivia, seems to be quite quiet at the moment. But Sanjay managed to get sufficiently drunk to collapse under a table. When we took him home and left him in the room for a few moments to sort himself out he managed to vom all over the floor. Hearing the whole thing, me and Helen decided to quiz him on what had just happened only for Sanjay to respond with the ridiculous lie that some stranger had walked into the room, inexplicably vommed everywhere and left. We left Sanjay to sleep. Me and Helen headed out again only to find a town practically deserted, so we called it a day.
Early (too early) next morning Chris arrived after flying from London and we spent the day recovering from hangovers and sorting out our salt flats tour for which we set out that evening. A lovely 12 hour bus journey to the largest salt flat in the world.