Day 36 Luckily when I woke up my arm was a lot a lot better, it still hurt like a b**** but at least I could move it, and so my trip wasn't entirely ruined. There was a huge parade in La Paz that weekend called 'Grand Poder' which means 'Great Power' where people come from all over Bolivia to dress in traditional costume/sparkly outfits and parade down the street. It started at 7.30 am right outside our hotel (and yes it was noisy) with a huge marching band play...

Day 35 So today we cycled death road, which is a perilous and bumpy track carved into the side of a mountain, that goes from La Paz to the jungle. It gets it's name because of the number of people who died making it, as well as the number of cars that have driven off it. A few years ago the government built an alternate road for cars, so now it's only really used by crazy tourists who decide to cycle it. Pickup was at 8am, went downstairs at 5 to 8 and the guy ...

Day 34: Breakfast was supposed to be bread and jam again, but luckily Dara had some cake she didn't want so I was saved from the perpetual torture and had chocolate cake for breakfast