back in La Paz after a short plane journey in a little 12 seater... Got some great views. From the Jungle (at about 500m a.s.l.), you basically just climb with the plane until you get to La Paz. The scenery is great from the plane, the lush jungle landscape turning mountainous and barren until La Paz appears sprawled in a valley. I had the pleasure of a London lass´s company on this journey who filled me in on life in that British metropole that I am considering moving to upon my return to old Europe.
Have uploaded some photos today. Follow this link for photos of the Junlge and this link for the Pampas.
The plan for the next few days is to finally do a humungous clear-out on my bag and reduce my 25 kilos to 16/17 at the most (by ditching most of my cold-weather gear). I´m gonna do some souvenir shopping too. For some reason, I always regard all souvenirs as tacky shite and steer clear of them. The only time I ever buy anything, is when I´m with friends and they force me to, and then I´m always thrilled with my purchase... (bought a machete in the Jungle for instance, which I now gaze upon with manly pride every time I see it strapped to the side of my backpack - declaring to any potential mugger that messing with yours truly could unleash the wrath and fury of hell upon them) so now I´m gonna take advantage of La Paz´s cheapness and do some serious souvenir shopping. I´m gonna send my newly acquired knicks and knacks home, along with all superflous clothes and at Xmas I´ll pawn them off on my family...hehe! I´m sure that Mumsi would really love one of those dried llama foetuses to hang up in the kitchen...
Anyway, in the last week, I´ve read some good classics in my quest to get up to speed in English literature: first of all Robinson Crusoe (by Daniel Dafoe) was a good read; I also read On The Road (Jack Kerouac), a fantastic travel novel which apparantly captured the beat generation of the American road (I had given this book a try about two years ago but couldn´t get beyond the first two chapters... however, this time, it was an absolute pleasure); finally, I read Mary Shelley´s Frankenstein, which is actually quite the tradgedy and made me feel sorry for the poor dejected "wretch". I now have a small library of about ten books that I have read and I am trying my best to swap them with other travellers.
Thats it for the time being... will continue soon with some Bolivian insights because I am finding that this country and its people are a significant discovery!
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