Well Bolivia is very different than anywhere else we´ve been. Nothing like Argentina at all. I can´t remember what I put in the last blog so sorry if I repeat myself. Basically everyone here is indigenous and they all look completely different, they look more like asians! The ladies wear big skirts and dresses, with pulled up wooly socks and pashminas. They have long, black plaited hair down to there knees and wear bowler hats. I really want to take a picture but they don´t like it. The scenery is fantastic, mountains everywhere and the weather has been clear blue skies the entire time we´ve been here. The suns really strong so they´re all super brown and some of the older ones look like actual fossils (can I say that?).

On the first day we went on a horse trek into the mountains which was wicked because at one point you couldnt see where we rode in so we had a 360 view of mountains. It was also terrifying because I´ve never ridden a horse and my horse Panjita pretty much did whatever it wanted. If it saw some shrubbery it like the look of up a steep hill. Sure. Up we go at a trot. Trotting at random. I pretty much squeeled the entire 3 hours.

We´d met a few lads a couple of days before and decided to do the 4 day Salar de Unar (or whatever its called) tour, and then of course, I got sick the night before. Sooo annoying. Lets just say there was a lot of blood and water coming out of somewhere it had no place to be. Graphic as usual. Sorry mum! as you can imagine that was a little frightening at 3am so we decided to go to the ´hospital´. Hospital being locked and lights out. A local suggested we bang on the door, which worked but obviously he didnt speak any English. But I have to say his impressions where very good. So, moral of the story there´s no ´sangre´anymore but it meant I couldnt go to the salt flats. I made Soph go without me because there was no point everyone missing out on pretty much the only thing you go to Bolivia for! Matthew wouldn´t be convinced.

After a few days of crappy films in bed, I appeared well enough to go to the next place, Potosi (the highest city in the world). Potosi was interesting, it was like it was cut off from the rest of the world. Pretty much zero imported goods. It was super Bolivian and I would have loved it if I´d have felt well but it was a bit much because you just couldn´t get away from it. All I wanted was plainess, no smells. Oh the smells. All I pretty could stomach for four days was chips and crisps! Healthy. All I can say is I hope your cultivating that vegetable patch nicely for my return dad!

And then Willsy got ill. Ha. We read about it and apparently if you eat, meat, veg or fruit you´ll get ill. We didn´t know this at the time but Soph was also ill on the tour at the same time. Its just a bit of a shame because we´re only in Bolivia for two weeks and all we´ve really done is be ill! Ah well.

The buses are crap but the bus journeys through the mountains are fantastic, you can´t seem to go anywhere without having to drive from the top of a mountain to the bottom. On one of the buses a Spanish lady invited me to sit next to her to talk.. I didnt want to be rude so I went over there and she MADE me sit in the window seat. TRAPPED. So I ended up having to try to talk broken Spanish to her for 4 hours. That was one long Spanish lesson. She didn't speak ANY english either. Willsy obviously rescued me. Not. He just took pictures because he thought it was funny. Ha. All I can remember from that lesson was Donkey - Burro.

This is how cheap Bolivia is -

12 apples for a pound

large french stick - 10p

packet of crisps - 8p

Accessorize type gloves - 2 pound.