For some reason, this computer won´t let me put a title on this blog. If I could, though, I would give it the title, A Change of Plans. I got into La Paz, Bolivia last night at 6.00. I was planning on going taking a bus to visit my friend Nate in Sucre while I waited for the Brazilian and Parguayan consulates to open on Monday. For some reason I thought that Sucre was only 8 hours from La Paz, which wouldn´t be so bad on an overnight bus. It turns out that Sucre is 16 hours from La Paz, and I don´t really feel like being on a bus for 32 hours this weekend just so I can be with Nate for like 10 hours. Sorry, Nate.
I am also dissapointed, because I wanted to go to Potosí, which is really close to Sucre, but I won´t be able to now. Oh, well, I guess that just means another trip, which we could call, Bolivia 2009. Or something like that. So I am stuck here in La Paz for the weekend, but it will be good, though, because I can do a bunch of research over the internet today and rest a lot tomorrow.
As I have been on buses for the past 3 days, I have mainly only met other tourists, which is neat, but I am not exactly experiencing Peru and Bolivia. Most of the other people on the buses are Europeans. It´s interesting. Everyone is really laid back and willing to chat for the whole bus ride pretty much. In every one of the conversations that I have had so far the topic of ¨where else in South America have you been¨ comes up and I always tell everyone that I lived in Paraguay for 2 years. And then they ask why, and of course I tell them that I was a missionary. And then they scoot a little further away from me and I tell them that I was a Mormon missionary and they scoot even further away. Then they look really worried and uncomfortable for a little bit, then I tell them about the church and what exactly it was that I did in Paraguay and they scoot back closer and we get along fine again. They always say, ¨but you don´t look like a Mormon,¨ which I don´t know if that is because they expect all Mormons to be wearing a white shirt and a tie or if it´s cause of the ultra-hip beard I´m growing.
I am trying not to enjoy myself too much, because Jill is working so hard back home. I always tell everyone that my wife always makes fun of me because she graduated before me, but now she is the one that has to work while I get to claim student status and vagabond around South America. Not that I´m really vagabonding, the buses are really nice. Maybe I´ll feel like I´m vagabonding when I ride the ¨Death Train¨from Santa Cruz to Corumba or on the boat ride down the Paraguayan river.
I was going to post some of the pictures that I have taken so far, but I just figured out that this computer not only doesn´t like titles, it also doesn´t like pictures. So I will find a different computer today and will do another post and put up some pictures. By the way, La Paz is at 15,000 feet. I think that is the highest that I have been while still touching the ground. I have a little bit of a headache and everytime I blow my nose it is a little bloody. But other than that I feel fine. Just had to think of a way to end this post while talking about boogers. Ciao
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So I laughed really hard in the library when reading the Mormon missionary bit... I know how that goes!
ya know, elder Albino is from potosi and was going to school in sucre.
John,
Tell us what fish you caught in Titicaca? Killfish, Catfish, Trout? I hear the Killfish are everywhere. What lures did you use? What was the water temp? Are the fish in pre-spawn mode due to the colder (winter) temps? What depths were the thermoclines? WE NEED DETAILS. Thanks.
Your Sister, Colleen
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