Negar and I left on a bus from La Paz to Copacabana on a very early bus the next day and I was devastated. We had been up quite late hanging out with people before Vaan came and found me and said it was cuddle time. Yay! But then the morning came too soon and we had to pack our last few things (I still managed to forget my trainers and charger there naturally) and say our sleepy goodbyes. Boarding that bus was in all honesty one of the hardest things I've ever do...

Continuing on from Part 1... The day work begins (day after King´s day). The next day I imagine I spent the majority of the day in bed. Drinking in this altitude is something else, I have to say. The hangovers are the gnarliest thing I've ever experienced in my life. You already can't breathe when you're sober after walking up a flight of stairs so imagine a hangover in these conditions... Tough times. Yet I had to start work that evening so Negar and I made ou...