La Paz, Bolivia

The "bus" (old truck with a fake bodywork) from Copacobana decends into La Paz giving a surreal view of the highest capital city in the world. It´s literally built in between a load of very big mountains - a difficult place to get the scale of, as Mount Illampu towers overhead at an astonishing 6000 metres.
La Paz is a busy, frantic city with pavements lined with street sellers & dirty kids, and roads full of battered Nissans and huge Dodge trucks & buses. It´s also also an odd mix of weathly Spanish descendants and traditional Amayan people who still wear the traditional, colourful dress & ´bowler´hats.
We wasted no time in heading off to the legendary Witches Market, a labyrinth of narrow streets lined with old Amayan ladies selling everything from llama foetuses (to bring good luck to your home..allegedly) and dried armadillos, to many potions & powders to treat any ailment from dermatitis to impotence. Speaking no Spanish, Kristian managed to demonstrate his pile problems effectively and the nice lady rubbed some magic cream on for him.
Next on the retail extravaganza was the Black Market, which true to it´s name was dark, dingy & sold knock-off Puma tracksuits and "Levi" jeans. It also stank of p*ss so we didn´t stay long.
The wealthy side of town was different again - no street sellers here, just shopping malls and genuine brands. Oooh, la di da. Although it was this side of town & not the dodgy eateries closer to our hotel that gave Kristian food poisoning! He SAYS he´ll never eat a burger again. I would like you all to bear witness to this statement.