This is...mi vida

A rundown of Surce and Potosi

Last day in Surce made me fall in love with the city. I climbed up to the top of the city to the mirador, I'm lucky I didn't drop dead on the spot it was hellishly steep. Actually, most of the cities are uphill, air snatching mazes.

The mirador is actually a church courtyard, beautiful and school was letting out so I got to watch children risk their lives by swinging on wires holding up electrical wires. Best part of the mirador is the Caribbean style cafe that serves awesome fruit drinks, over looking the city with a butterfly garden. I basked in the sun just long enough to not miss my bus to Potosi and secure a nice burn.

Potosi

Back to the lovely mining town. Our hostel, recommended by Hadass's friend, was a hole. The wall even looked like it had blood stains splattered against the wall, "it's wood stain" I was assured. Hummm, any coincidence that our hostel was located 1 block away from two 24 hour funeral stores, just in case you need to buy coffins at 4 am.

Not wanting to hangout in the cold hostel we went to check out the town. In the square we found a man doing a cross dressing/comedy show. I was rather impressed with Bolivia's tolerance for this kind of thing...the guy having men dress him in women's clothes, stuffing his bra, hitting people in the crotch and general good time of mocking everyone. Us included, I wasn't hard to pick out. I was happy that the crowd didn't turn into a mob when he joked and said that of course we liked Bolivia because we had the dollar and that we should look around to see the last of the Inca's.

Since something like 80% of the population in Bolivia is indigenous, he's right. We wandered around the market which was packed with locals, Cocaine leaves and cakes. For some reason there are ready to buy wedding/birthday cakes on every corner.

An early evening because the next day were were off to the mine tours. An experience worth it's own blog.

entrada de Stacey @ 11:29