Yesterday La Paz was cloudy and moody, meaning my visit to La Paz's largest park, Parque Metropolitano, was a tad depressing. The place had the feel of a Northern beach town in December, and largely consisted of empty theme park rides.

That evening we went to another barbecue, this time at the house of a friend of former long-term intern Anna Grace, once again in La Paz's swanky south although this time in the neighbourhood of Cala Coto.

Compared to Friday's barbecue, it was a lot less boozy (though still a bit boozy), as the singani we brought was the cheapest stuff, hence a little bit harder to drink...It also hailed, and was freezing. But despite the lightening strikes, and the fact we were technically outside (although under shelter) from a meat and social point of view it was a lot of fun.

Me, Charlie and Anna then decided to leave around 11:30 to go to a rather bizarre bar in the slightly dodgier Miraflores district, called Route 66. After an extended discussion about the benefits of socialism and what's wrong with capitalism, with the aid of a couple Mojitos to improve the quality of any political conjecture, we made our way out, to a club back in Sopocachi called New Pa'gozar.

New Pa'gozar was bizarre. The club was decent, its clientele not so much. As a tall (by Bolivian standards) blonde foreigner, I stand to do quite well for myself in a Bolivian club. Unfortunately, most of the girls roughly my age were either with someone or were slightly deranged, but besides, the majority of people seemed to be over thirty.

There were also a host of despicable gringos from La Paz's notorious party hostels - mostly Aussies. I've come to the conclusion Australians are the world's worst people. Or at least the knuckleheads who make all their money in the mines and hence are the only ones with enough money to make it to South America.

So yeah! Thanks to all that I got up at 12 on Sunday...

I decided it was too late to go to El Alto market, so may save wrestling grandmas for a later date or might just skip it altogether. I decided to go to Parque Monticulo, very close to Plaza Espana and where we lived. From the park there are simply spectacular views of the city and the huge mountain of Illimani looming over it. The weather today is gorgeous as well!

Afterwards I decided to head up on the teleferico to the end of the yellow line, which passes through Sopocachi on its way to the edge of El Alto. From there, there were even more spectacular views of this incredibly unlikely positioned city.

Well, that's it for this rather surreal, Singani fueled and barely bloggable weekend, we're headed out for an Argentinean (me, Charlie and Leigh) this evening. Managed also to get some Costa Rican Colones off Charlie, as he had about £30 worth he couldn't exchange from when he transited through San Jose airport. I'm so excited, just two weeks tomorrow!!!

Vamos!