So I'm getting a feel for what being drunk on this island is like... and to be fair, I am usually a massive culprit to this kind of behaviour but apparently not this time.
It wasn't a really full-on day today - all 5 guides turned up even though we didn't have enuf rides for them. The boss asked why they were here... the 2 extra ones really didn't have much of an excuse than they nothing else to do for the day.
Just to explain, we have 2 full-time staffers - D and I. Then we have part-timer J. Then the 2 casual staff, I and R. So I and R turned up, not really bothered about not being needed because they smoke a severe amount of shit, and I guess we just kept working as we were meant to.
Nothing that exciting happened today... last ride included a couple who had just gotten married and they were all happy about doing things together. I gotta say, whenever I hear about these happy adventures together I quiz them about how their wedding went, where it was, how many people were there, etc etc... Man, that would be a nice occasion to have...
Got hit a little in the leg today by one of the thrashing legs of Bonita - she likes to rear when I try treat her eye. But nothing came of it so I guess it won't bruise.
I had an offer to go elsewhere with L-I, but preferred to go with R for Ladies Night. Really would always prefer to go out with girls but it is so very rare for me to get invited out to a girls night that I jumped at it. It being a Wednesday, I was about to go to La Bamba for a couple of drunks with L and then home. But I really wanted to check out this Ladies Night!
They have this whole new concept of Ladies Night. Basically, the women don't pay anything to get in, the guys pay for their drinks all night and anything else (OK that sounds like the women are prostitutes but that's not what I mean)... well, the women just don't pay!
Had a few (strong) rum punches at Seaside before heading home to have dinner and chill, as R said she wouldn't come past til about 10:30pm. Being a bit drunk and, well, a nana these days, I passed out for a while and woke up half-drunk and all confused about everything. R didn't end up coming til almost midnight, by which stage I was just trying to stay awake and not drink anything more.
Almost didn't get in again to Tantra because of dress code, but thankfully there was a sleeved t-shirt in R's car that her bro I could wear. Inside, the club was as expected - main dancefloor, few bars dotted around (including the one serving free champagne and vodka orange to ladies all night), staircase leading to VIP area, smoke machines... I danced with R and I, and didn't get hit on once because of it. Nice feeling.
Wasn't as tragic as Soggy Dollar, although music wasn't much better - Spanish tunes still kicking around from my time in South America mixed with some cheesy house and reggae/reggaeton etc. Gotten used to this kind of deal on my travels. Hard to find places that have anything different, gotta seek them out. Hopefully I find them here.
It was the first night I wore my only pair of high heels I have with me here - me being a lady n all - and by golly they HURT. Never really worn them out before but man... were meant to be my bridesmaid shoes for my sister's ill-fated wedding but more suited to the nightclub (they're super tall, black and sparkly). Woot woot, there's a party over here!!
Was pretty drunk - definitely the drunkest I've been since landing here - but I was off the next day so no problems there. The only problems were looking in my clutch to find my wallet missing (weird because I'd been holding it all night) and then losing the ball to my newly purchased labret ring. Maybe it's a sign, maybe I should just take it out. But I get so attached...
Remember looking down from the stairs at all the people's Crackberries sitting on tables, mostly in hands though, scrambling away on BBM. Clearly the iPhone hasn't made it here yet - even more glad I'm not using mine as it would be prime thieving - and everyone is OBSESSED with these Blackberries... My theory that people don't realise it's rude to message your friend while you're actually having a conversation with them is that this new form of technology wasn't invented when their parents were teaching them right and wrong, so they never knew it was rude. That, or they're just rude.
Managed to score a schwarma on the way home (this island's answer to a kebab except with a luscious creamy sauce), still perturbed about my wallet but OK because I hadn't actually needed it all night. Just bummed I faced the possibility of having to get a new ID from here. Let I open my door for me since it sticks and I couldn't have had less patience at that point. BED. NOW.
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Friday, 18 November 2011
Monday, 13 June 2011
La Paz delivers EPIC
First night out in La Paz = EPIC.
I woke on Saturday on a mission, determined not to disappoint myself again with the failure to see the inside of a La Paz nightclub during my stay here. Again, I was woken by my bearded French friend, who I had told to come at 11am to get me up. Sure enuf, in he floated on his little legs and I thanked the stars he came when I had the room to myself. I had been looking forward to feeling better for this particular visit...
A short while later (ahem), I was ready to get up and go, mildly disappointed by the day's happenings given the amazingness of previous similar occasions. If you get my cryptic rumblings, you should feel sorry for me.
We went to his hostel to collect his friends and then had a reasonably pricey (for Bolivia) lunch, at which I had soup again. Fantastic. Afterwards, we arranged to meet at the lookout to see the sun set (how very romantic) before which I would sneak in a siesta. Not wanting to tempt fate again, that is...
Post-siesta, I roped in a couple of friends from my dorm to come along to the lookout and so we - armed with some beers - went along and got some beautiful pics of the sun setting over the city... I just love that place. My French friend didn't come til after the sun came down, useless, but then we planned on meeting at his hostel (closer to the nightlife action) later on. And we parted ways.
Next order of business, for a Saturday night in La Paz, is to get some party favours... which we did down the road by walking into a random doorway, me waiting outside and then seeing the others return 2 mins later. Deal done. It was pretty strong stuf, I didn't have too much before going out but I was buzzing - almost skipping - down the hills to my mate's hostel... and when we didn't find him there, we skipped down to a nearby bar.
At said bar, we befriended a Dutch guy and his assortment of traveling friends... henceforth we went from bar to bar, the first couple a little gringoish for my liking but then to the most popular bar for both tourists and locals, Tiko's. Had a good boogie there, took a lot of local delight, and checked constantly for my wallet in my pocket. Between one of those checks, the wallet disappeared and I was bummed.
120bs down (a day's budget for me really!) and I was still looking around for at least my wallet... when abracadabra, there it appears in front of my feet, sin dinero, even without the friggin coins, greedy buggers. Money in the bra from now on. The condom was still there, though, so their priorities clearly didn't stretch to preventing the spread of sexual disease and unwanted pregnancies. Not that the latter has even seemed to cross the minds of people here... there are babies EVERYWHERE. Sometimes I almost step on them.
But I digress. Was glad to have my wallet back, and also happy I wasn't the only one stupid enuf to get myself robbed. Along with a bunch of wallets going missing, apparently one Belgian guy found his tobacco pouch also in front of his feet without the tobacco. Cheapskates!! Can you believe it...
Then came Route 36. The most random place in La Paz. ONLY for gringos, this 24 hour hellhole was introduced to us by the Dutch guy and his Bolivian friend (who could get in because he knew people)... but the 2 hot Bolivian girls spent 1.5 hours outside trying to get in purely because they were local. The place moves every 2 weeks because it is highly illegal and neighbours complain... and rightly so. Would you want that kind of scene near you??
They sold coke over the counter and then allowed you to do it whenever and wherever you wanted, in full view or otherwise, with the only rule that you needed to do the coke you bought from them. Ha! Definitely a memorable experience, that one.
So after it was passed around, I found myself watching as people paired off to begin insanely deep yet profoundly uninteresting conversations about next to nothing, and I myself began to notice that I was doing exactly the same. Ho hum.
At one point, I got up and announced that it was time to go, and M and I waited until a cab arrived so we could swish away secretly... only to be locked out of our hostel for about 15 minutes while we banged at the door for someone to let us in. It was to be the first of 2 nights of this for us... I was impatient because my tooth had started to hurt again (I failed to bring my tablets out with me). And 7am rolled around.
As I said, EPIC.
I woke on Saturday on a mission, determined not to disappoint myself again with the failure to see the inside of a La Paz nightclub during my stay here. Again, I was woken by my bearded French friend, who I had told to come at 11am to get me up. Sure enuf, in he floated on his little legs and I thanked the stars he came when I had the room to myself. I had been looking forward to feeling better for this particular visit...
A short while later (ahem), I was ready to get up and go, mildly disappointed by the day's happenings given the amazingness of previous similar occasions. If you get my cryptic rumblings, you should feel sorry for me.
We went to his hostel to collect his friends and then had a reasonably pricey (for Bolivia) lunch, at which I had soup again. Fantastic. Afterwards, we arranged to meet at the lookout to see the sun set (how very romantic) before which I would sneak in a siesta. Not wanting to tempt fate again, that is...
Post-siesta, I roped in a couple of friends from my dorm to come along to the lookout and so we - armed with some beers - went along and got some beautiful pics of the sun setting over the city... I just love that place. My French friend didn't come til after the sun came down, useless, but then we planned on meeting at his hostel (closer to the nightlife action) later on. And we parted ways.
Next order of business, for a Saturday night in La Paz, is to get some party favours... which we did down the road by walking into a random doorway, me waiting outside and then seeing the others return 2 mins later. Deal done. It was pretty strong stuf, I didn't have too much before going out but I was buzzing - almost skipping - down the hills to my mate's hostel... and when we didn't find him there, we skipped down to a nearby bar.
At said bar, we befriended a Dutch guy and his assortment of traveling friends... henceforth we went from bar to bar, the first couple a little gringoish for my liking but then to the most popular bar for both tourists and locals, Tiko's. Had a good boogie there, took a lot of local delight, and checked constantly for my wallet in my pocket. Between one of those checks, the wallet disappeared and I was bummed.
120bs down (a day's budget for me really!) and I was still looking around for at least my wallet... when abracadabra, there it appears in front of my feet, sin dinero, even without the friggin coins, greedy buggers. Money in the bra from now on. The condom was still there, though, so their priorities clearly didn't stretch to preventing the spread of sexual disease and unwanted pregnancies. Not that the latter has even seemed to cross the minds of people here... there are babies EVERYWHERE. Sometimes I almost step on them.
But I digress. Was glad to have my wallet back, and also happy I wasn't the only one stupid enuf to get myself robbed. Along with a bunch of wallets going missing, apparently one Belgian guy found his tobacco pouch also in front of his feet without the tobacco. Cheapskates!! Can you believe it...
Then came Route 36. The most random place in La Paz. ONLY for gringos, this 24 hour hellhole was introduced to us by the Dutch guy and his Bolivian friend (who could get in because he knew people)... but the 2 hot Bolivian girls spent 1.5 hours outside trying to get in purely because they were local. The place moves every 2 weeks because it is highly illegal and neighbours complain... and rightly so. Would you want that kind of scene near you??
They sold coke over the counter and then allowed you to do it whenever and wherever you wanted, in full view or otherwise, with the only rule that you needed to do the coke you bought from them. Ha! Definitely a memorable experience, that one.
So after it was passed around, I found myself watching as people paired off to begin insanely deep yet profoundly uninteresting conversations about next to nothing, and I myself began to notice that I was doing exactly the same. Ho hum.
At one point, I got up and announced that it was time to go, and M and I waited until a cab arrived so we could swish away secretly... only to be locked out of our hostel for about 15 minutes while we banged at the door for someone to let us in. It was to be the first of 2 nights of this for us... I was impatient because my tooth had started to hurt again (I failed to bring my tablets out with me). And 7am rolled around.
As I said, EPIC.
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