I had a little difficulty getting back to La Paz. At first I thought my return flight was Wednesday morning so I turned up at 7am at the office all ready to go...and then realised that my ticket was actually for the following day (ops, ok that was rather numpty of me) Later that day I found out my flight was cancelled so I had to book another flight back with Amazonas (600B for a single, slightly more than 485B with TAM but atleast I knew I was actually able to get back). I spent Wednesday and Thursday simply chilling in the hammocks by the pool of our hostel, catching up on sleep, reading, skyping and in the evenings I met up with my guide Miguel and my girlfriend Pedra, who I met in the jungle. We had much fun in the nights playing pool (and beating the guys!) and jumping in the river just like a true local.

I loved spending time with Miguel, finding out about his life and his family. During my time with Miguel I realised how crazy it was that two people who are literally worlds apart (a city girl in a modern world, selfish with so much technology with a very comfortable & easy lifestyle...alongside a man who does not know how to work a telephone, who cannot read or write, who, for many years could only speak his tribal language, who probably doesn't even know what a supermarket is, who hunts to kill animals to survive and I could keep going...) but how we can find a connection together, how we can communicate with each other and enjoy each other's company, how we still have the same sense of humour...it really was an awakening for me and I am very grateful for this experience.

I eventually arrived in La Paz at midday on Thursday and spent the rest of the day walking around the city sorting things and buying a new ipod (thanks to the grandparents & auntie olga for the Christmas money) I was definitely beginning to go crazy without my ipod which I believe was stolen in Sucre.