Okay, geographically speaking, Bolivia is actually more accurately described as in the middle of South America. But Jason and I had an inside joke going: whenever we saw something crazy happen in Bolivia, we’d shrug at each other and say: “It’s the Wild West!”
Impromptu Bolivian Independence day parade marching down the main avenue in La Paz during rush hour without any permits or safety blockades? It’s the Wild West!
Random man handing out shot after shot of liquor to all the dancers in the parade? It’s the Wild West!
Drunken dancers getting more irate with the increasing enraged rush-hour drivers caught behind the parade? It’s the Wild West!
Enraged rush-hour drivers jumping the curb and driving in the oncoming traffic lanes? It’s the Wild West!
Market stalls selling Llama fetuses on the streets? It’s the Wild West!
Drunken man relieving himself on the sidewalk in the middle of the day – requiring me to jump over the stream of urine running across the pavement? It’s the Wild West!
Bolivian ladies wrestling each other for entertainment every Sunday in La Paz? It’s the Wild West!
Spending 24-hours and sleeping over in the Bolivian airport because our airline ticket was cancelled? Its the Wild West!
Even though we only spent a week in Bolivia, it left a very lasting impression. Oh crazy, chaotic Bolivia…it was fun while it lasted.
we are so glad we can view your pictures and imformation on your trip.
see you soon in korea! love mom.
Thanks mom! See you really soon!