So... the time has been flying again, and we havent really been very good in updating this blog. We will do so, tomorrow the photos will show up probably, as now has been found a great and kinda fast internet café, in the center of La Paz. And yep, that is where we are right now. To make the story work, i guess it is time to talk also about past weeks, that has been so very frenetic. As written before, Buenos Aires didnt treat us too well - it was a total flood, water everywhere and everyday, so we didnt really see anything there. We went dancing the first night, and bowling the second one. The hostel that we stayed was absolutely belowe average... raining inside, terribly dirty with rusty showers. And we woke up with insect bites everywhere... yep. Anyhow, better not to talk, when we really dont know much about Buenos Aires. The 3.3. we flew to Santiago de Chile, and stayed in a beautiful but yet expensive hostel. It was fabulously clean, and had a terrific breakfast, as well as hot water showers and great shared spaces. Some luxus after nightmares of Buenos Aires, and before landing Bolivia we figured, and so right we were. In Santiago we met some great people, americans coming to teach english, other travellers around the world, and ofcourse, the most importantly, Gaby and Claudio who spend the legendary year 2003-2004 in Italy with us. Santiago was all relax and party, and though many people may not agree, it was a very beautiful one too. On friday the 7th of March, we went to Valparaiso with Claudio and one of his friends called Juan Carlos, to see the first sights of the Pacific ocean. Well... Valparaiso was excellent amounts of fun, we went out to dance reggaeton and everything, and the night we spent, (by accident!) in a motel. Couples screaming through the walls nearby didnt really help to get much sleep, but we survived and it was very clean and cheap. Yep.

On Saturday, we came back from Valparaiso, tired as hell, and decided to leave directly to San Pedro the Atacama. That is where the last blog was updated. The bus to Calama took 20 hours, and there in late night, thinking whether to continue directly to San Pedro or stay in a weird place called Calama for the night, we met to italian guys, who where also to go to San Pedro. So it was sealed, we had some guardians with us, and around midnight on Sunday we got to the destination and some desant sleep at a cosy hostel. San Pedro was a deserted city, filled more with tourists and foreigners then locals. It was corgeusly beautiful though, and we went biking, sandboarding, swam in a local salt lake and saw the Salar of Atacama too. It is like Uyni, just smaller. We had great time there, but it was time to go again, and on wednesday morning we started our journey towards the secrets of Bolivia. The journey was ruff but still a great experience. It is hard to even remember everything that we saw... bunch of lagunas, flamingos, corgeus views, llamas, andian fox, iguanacos, infinite amounts of mountains and vulcanos... All the days we travelld in a jeep in a middle of the desert, no roads, a bumby ride with huge amounts of flyes and sand entering the car, listening to Las Lacrimas, five songs, repeated on and on, for three days in a row. There were no showers available, no working bathrooms and only a few electric lights. The first day we bathed in natural hot water springs, and freezed to death checking out the local myvatn, geysers they tried to call them though. The night we spend nearby a pink lagun, on stone beds with colourful covers, it was freezing freezing and we will swear to god it was belowe zero. The next day was time to see the "trees of stones", after of which flamingos, llamas and a fun mountain fox... After that we drove to the highest spot of the journey - 5950m above see level. As it wasnt hard enough to try to clime up the rocks on 4000m already! I mean really... like 100 meter of running would be total suicide in those hights. Our guide just told us to chew more cocaleaves, hojas de coca, and that is what we did. Did it help or not, it is difficult to say, but ears havent really been blocked atleast... The last day we saw the real salar of Uyuni finally, had fun taking silly pictures, went to the isla de pescado which had a fun cactus forest, and saw the illegal oldish Hotel de Sal too. The day ended up in the village of Uyuni and checking out the rusty old locomotives in a desert. As the journey had ended, we decided to hit La Paz just directly, and had pleasent 5 hours to get to know to the town too. Last night, around eight o`clock local time, we left Uyuni with a crowed local bus. It had zero space, some of people were even standing with babies on their arms, there was no heating and it travelled the first 6 hours in a deserted valley again, with no road or pavement whatsoever. We had some local music to cheer us up all the time though... Around three o`clock in the night we had to change the bus, in Oruro, after of which the journey got a little bit easier since the road from there to La Paz in actually a road. Anyhow, we got nothing to complain since we only paid 6 euros for a 12 hour bus ride. And so here we are, in Bolivia. This morning we finally got showers, Venla was the lucky with hot shower as Sigrun had the cold one. After some sleep, we are starting to become living people again, and today we had a manicure, just to make some contrast after the travel. But Bolivia... as Chile and Argentina were almost european, high standards of life and services, beautiful people walking around in beautiful clothes and making a blast out of everything as the latin way is, the Bolivian on the contrary are terribly poor, really peaceful, talk slow, and are way something else then european. Major part of locals were traditional clothes and hats, carry babies on their backs with scarwes, and even on the music you can hear the touch from the original indios of america. Everything so cheap it almost hurts to hear the prices; a night at a hostel: 2,50 euros, a meal: 1,50 euros, a woolley handmade sweater: 7 euros. That is Bolivia. Now we are going to chill out a while in La Paz, though it is fiercely cold, as this running aroung is wearing us off. The photos are courgeus, so hold on ;)