It´s been odd returning to La Paz after almost two months; what was originally new and spectacular is now very familiar. The one part of La Paz that I have been newly aquainted with is it´s nightlife. For some idiotic reason, it is the law for clubs in La Paz to close at 4, even on weekends. Lucky then that we were told about the after hours club (which is essentially just a converted basement) where we stayed until the early morning in the company of other travellers, Bolivian street artists and a transvestite in the corner.

For the two days following, not much was done apart from a visit to the coca museum. The museum is proudly sponsered by various anti cocaine agencies, yet it gives detailed instuctions for how to produce it and also defends some of its uses. I also completed my set of llama attire, which is the only way to wear traditional Bolivan clothing and look even more like a tourist.

Yesterday, I cycled down the worlds most dangerous road, a 70km downhill road, of which only the first few miles are paved. What follows is steep gravel track, one car wide, with a sheer cliff on one side. Many of the corners are given names such as the ´Italian corner´after cyclists from different nationalities that have fallen down into the vegitated jungle beneath. Before a new road was built only a few years ago, large inter-city buses would also travel down this road, leading to, on average, over 200 deaths a year.