It is no secret that this part of the world is pretty high up. I never expected to have a problem with the altitude, but it appeared I did. I couldn't even whistle half the time due to the altitude. I was constantly out of breath, and I am a fairly fit person (well I was 7 months ago anyway).
I must have eaten something rather dodgy during my time in La Paz as from 3am to around 10am, the toilet was my home. I must have woken the others up in my dorm from constant running in and out all night. It was like the paella experience of 2004 all over again.

After that I made sure I was extra careful on everything I ate. Luckily it was just a 24 hour bug thing, but that stopped me from watching the womens wrestling that everyone says was good sunday evening entertainment.

One of the main things to do in and around La Paz is to cycle the Death Road. The way my luck was going, I thought I would be another statistic, especially as only a week before one girl had died doing it. I was tempted by the end to do it, but after smashing my knee on the floor (dodgy grip on my shoes) and feeling like absolute rubbish, there just didn't seem much point. I just settled for a visit to the coca museum instead, which was ok (one lad said it was the best Museum he has ever been to). I just had coca coffee for lunch, as I didn't think I could stomach an interesting version of cake.

The hostel I stayed in was called Wild Rover. As you can tell by the name, it was full of Irish people, and drunk Irish people at that. One Irish girl even commented and said to me that they gave the Irish a bad name. I don't actually know why they bother travelling, as those type of people (certainly not just the Irish) are consistently in the hostel bar at around 9/10am the next day. To be fair, a chorus of Sweet Molly Malone was a better alarm clock than I currently have at the moment.

On the sunday, Me and Jamie checked into the hotel to where are gap adventure tour was about to begin. We saw one tour group in the reception area and half of them looked like they had just come out of Junior school. Luckily that wasn't our group, and our group turned out to be a good mix. Me and Jamie were the youngest, but I didn't mind that at all, as I prefer slightly older people to myself, rather than cocky gap year kids lurking around thinking they know it all.

Day 1 of the tour didn't really happen due to a strike in La paz so we couldn't get out of La Paz to visit some ruins as planned. Instead we did a day tour of La Paz, and learnt some interesting facts about the city. We visited the markets and obviously saw the typical Bolivian women in their attire. These women don't like people taking pictures of them though, as they think it will damage their spirit. I suggest if you fancy a laugh, you can google where the typical bowler hats originate from, and the reason behind them. I have been recently informed that there is a factory in La Paz called Manchester.
Eventually we were on our way out of La Paz, and into Copacabana. I have been told that this is the original Copacabana, but I haven't got an infinite amount of time, so until I get home, I can't really be bothered researching that. It was a different side of Bolivia to what I've originally seen, and it was a nice side at that. We only had lunch there though and then we were heading to the boarder to go to Peru.

I was happy to leave Bolivia to be honest. One lad argued that it did have some sort of charm, and as it was only still developing, everyone should give it abit of a chance. I argued that all countries in South America seem to have their own character and identity, but Bolivia just didn't seem to have that. La Paz for me just wasn't too impressive, but I didn't have the best of times there really. It was as cheap as people say, but that's no fun if the altitude makes you feel not as energised as you would usually be, and half the food makes you ill. I think the cost of living in Bolivia really is why alot of backpackers seem to like it though to be honest.

The next chapter will be Puno in Peru where I will continue my long everlasting story of my travels.