There is no such thing as a ¨plan¨ in South America.

We´re slowly learning. Today, we took a 45 minute flight from Sucre to La Paz. Unfortunately, we had to settle for 1st class since those were the only tickets left.... a real bummer... sort of wish it had been a transcontinental flight when I saw how much butt space I had. Upon arrival, we had planned to book tickets to go immediately to Rurrenabaque, the Bolivian Amazon. We had heard that flights to Rurrenabaque were somewhat unreliable in terms of whether they would leave or not becasue the ¨runway¨in the jungle is made of grass. Still, we were hoping to persevere and go ahead with the plan. Ha, the plan... we were such amateurs.

Upon arriving at the ticket counter we talked to a Amazonia Airline worker who told us that we would not be able to leave today but MAYBE tomorrow. She provided no further information (whch is sort of the trend on this continent... people aren´t going to tell you shit unless you ask direct and very specific questions. Even then, it´s certainly not a guarantee that their information is the truth, and we often just don´t even know what to ask.Very frustrating.) Anyways, after chatting with a lovely German couple who had been bumped for take-off several times (and who exchanged several ¨this is shiza¨´s between each other as they were receiving little help from the airline), we decided that we would forgoe the jungle trip. If we ever did make it there, flights back are just as uncertain and we really didn´t want to throw off the rest of our trip.

Currently, we´re in a hotel in La Paz and planning to spend a couple days here. Jamie´s back in the room resting after yakking up some street-cake he foolishly consumed last night. Once he´s better, we´re really looking forward to rocking this city... there are tons of actually cool sounding museums (this coming me, a self-proclaimed philistine), a Witches Market, and lots of streets to explore. Our cab ride from the airport into the heart of the city was amazing as the main highway is basically a slow decent as it circles the city. First thoughts... I sort of felt like I was back in India. It is pretty wild and crowded here and my words can barely describe the juxtoposition of the beautiful distant mountains with the lower-income neighborhoods that line the higher altitude parts of the city above the center. Can´t wait to see more. And eat, ofcourse.