We were in Arica, chile for a few days but the waves were small and there was virtually no surf infrastructure. It wasn’t “flat” but not what I expected. It was not the pumping barrells of Puerto Escondido. But it is summer here which makes for smaller surf. There isn’t too much to do in Arica. So we decided to travel to Bolivia.
After a nightmare border crossing where I was informed that my entry visa was 135$US. This came as a shock as it wasn’t in the guide books, and nobody told me. The main problem was that I was travelling with Brazilian Reis, not dollars. Luckily, some kind bolivians lent me the money until we arrived in La Paz. The border crossing was in the middle of nowhere in the Andes. So anxiety was running a bit high.
So now we are in La Paz. This place is lightyears away from Porto Alegre. All the people are in incredible multi-colored traditional clothing. Complete with bowler hats on the women. They crowd the sidewalks of the cobblestone strets selling all manner of unrecognizable objects.
Not sure where we are going from here yet. But there are lots of options.
I bought an alpaca sweater, both because it is cold and it feels really soft.
And we are almost acclimated to the altitude.
More soon. Crap it is hard to write on an iPhone. All typos belong to Steve Jobs.