I have just got back from the biggest market EVER!!!!!! It is called La Cancha and is spread over 30 streets and has everything and anything you want! Alexandra ad I went crazy, wiht the help of my host mum and sister. We spent about 3 hours just in the clothes and shoe section alone, looking at all the stalls deciding what we should and shouldbnt get, and how much everything cost, or seems to anyway! We started getting really worried, and then converted it in to pounds. There are 18 bolivianos= $2, so when you buy something for 50 and then convert you realise that you have in fact only speant about 3 pounds!

Work is going well, apart from Baby who is the youngesrt, who is about 2 and cries whenever he doesnt get attention. He is adorable though, when there is a picture up, you will be able to see for yoursleves! However, thurday and FRiday wer manic days, thursday all the kids went hyper around lunch and so lots of screaming and shouting invloved, so by 2 i was exhausted. And then baby yesturday wouldnt stop crying for about 1/2 an hour, so yet another exhausting day!

Getting there is interesting, as i have to use the bus. As i said before, its not the most ideal of transport and as i was reading of one of my firends in Saruak, i feel like i am the newest animal in the zoo. On my first day, the four new volunteers were taken out to be shown the city centre etc and where we could get things- three of us being blondes. I dont know how many heads we turned, but we seem alomst an odity!

Last night i went out for the second time to one of the local hangouts, Casablanca, of the volunteers,who are are all really nice and a good laugh. There is a mixture of nationalities, the brits, the americans, who are getting v annoyed as the brits are taking over and out numbering them and then, as i learnt last night, the zee's or the ze germans as someone explained.

There is one bad point about being here and thats the food. Not that i am complaining that its bad, its delicious. But there is no supper- just tea, which consist of normally bread and jam and tea. (You will be pleased to here, that as a brit, i have been always thought of as excessively odd not liking tea. I am please to inform you that i have been fully convereted and love tea now.) But hte lunch is huge, soup, then the main meal and the fruit. Whats worse, it make no sense, but soup when its 30 out side is not idea. But soup on its own is a meal in it self, but then you have the meat and then potatoes always with either rice or pasta and then a litlle bit of veg on the side. When everbody started going on about this the other night when we all met up and i joined in, sopmeone pointed out that i have only been here a week and i cant complain. the one thing i can wait to get back to- a really nice big bowl of salad and i dont think i will ever be able to eat potatoes ever agin or rice for that matter! Oh well, never mind.

Will update when somehting of great importances next occurs.

Lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxxxx