Carnival

It was inevitable. After four and a half months away we've had our first bouts of illness. Ned and Kim both had dodgy tums, with Kim suffering the most, but thankfully it only lasted 48 hours and we had a nice room with TV to convalesce in. 
We're in La Paz now, the highest capital in the world. It's not a pretty city as such, but it's got a busy buzzy vibe and plenty of colour and life. Houses cling on top of each other to the steep valley walls, and our hotel is in an area called 'Witch's Market' where you can buy a dried llama feotus to bury under the steps of your house for good luck.  
It's carnival time here, which means four days of parades and the biggest water fight we've ever seen. It seems the whole city is armed with huge water guns, water bombs and cans of spray foam, and everyone's a target. So it would've been rude, and foolish, not to arm ourselves and join in.