We're loving Bolivia - every stop get's better than the last. We've riden horses in cowboy country, drunk coca tea (made from the same leaves that cocaine is derived from - I had a numb mouth by the end of the cup, but it's all legal, honest), crossed the world's largest salt flat on the roof of a 4x4, been to the highest city in the world (beautiful Potosi - at 4070m above sea level, higher even than Llhasa in Tibet) where I sang kareoke in Spanish, and now we're in the white-washed colonial splendour of Sucre. The restaurants are fantastic, Annie's been pampered with a simultanious haircut and pedicure, and we've just watched Avatar in a swanky multi-screen cinema. The secret's out: Bolivia is brilliant.
The only glitch was when leaving Potosi, and Kim had his bag stolen at the bus-station. After his initial and understandable anger, he coped really well - especially when we promised to replace it's contents for him. When listing what was missing he said "...reading book, jumper, keys to my private jet..."
Well, there's no harm in trying is there?
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