Today everything got rolling... A little tired thanks to our im promptu concert visit last night, we headed out to a nearby French bakery to get some pastries. The 2 other interns here right now are Marion and Leigh. Marion is from Grenoble, France, has been here a few months and has managed to make a lot of friends here in La Paz. Leigh is studying journalism in New York and is very, very red. After pastries it was time to start finishing work on last month's ...

It's been another relatively uneventful day here in Sopacachi. I was late rising, and spent a good part of the morning researching what I hope to cover for the magazine later this month. Following that me and Leigh (an Intern from New York) went and grabbed some saltenas for lunch. We then decided to head to the independence day parades in the city centre. We decided to walk, which was interesting as it meant I got to see a different side to the city. We did wa...

Today's been odd. I didn't know quite how long to sleep for, as it was really unclear whether we'd actually do anything today. As it turns out, thanks to independence day celebrations, everything's delayed until Tuesday. So it was a lazy start before a dash to the party hostel, Wild Rover, to watch the second half of the World Cup. Predictably, the local Frenchies were very happy with the result. It was then time to find some lunch. My exploration of La Paz to...

Today's been a long day sat down on a bus. Potosi ended with a gay pride parade, and an oversized coffee, but I was glad to move on as there's only so much to do there. It was then time to head north and back to La Paz. The only direct buses leave in the evening so I had to get a connection in the tin mining town of Oruro first. The first bus ride we passed some incredible mountainous scenery on some fabulous switch back roads. Gradually the land flattened out...

Today was the real business of coming to Potosi. The Cerro Rico. First up, a shameless plug for the tour company I went with - Big Deal Tours. They are amazing. Our guide Wilson, whilst a tad transphobic (kept on calling the president a ladyboy), was brilliant. An ex-miner himself, having mined for 17 years starting at age 8, he knew many of miners himself and knew the network of tunnels beneath the mountain surface like the back of his hand. First up, we heade...