Loving the luxury of this hotel. Though we paid quite a lot for it, it does show. Finally a decent internet which is why you been seeing me online more often. Taking full advantage of the free breakfast.
For lunch we decided to have something different besides chicken, rice, and fries which seems to be the cheapest and most filling food in Bolivia for about a dollar. So walked into just any restaurant. It was packed with Bolivians so we figured it was a safe call. Best part about lunch is its set menus. When we got the menu we couldn’t really understand which was a set meal and which wasn’t and talking to the lady proved to be just as difficult. Never thought trying to understand the same language we were talking in would be hard to understand. Eventually we ordered and I got a Lomo meal and Teresa got a milenesa meal. Huge platters for 25bolivianos each. Ive tried their beer here as well called Huari. Its crap. Seems watered down.
We had to walk all this food off and we decided to walk down the Carnaval streets that are blocked off from cars. The strip where the Carnaval will take place tomorrow has been taken over by markets of food, clothing, Carnaval party favors like masks, foam spray, waterballoons. and, waterguns. The amount of people on the streets nearly makes it un-walkable. As packed as a popular concert for several blocks long.
Throwing of waterballons is prohibited in Oruro because of the lack of water they already have. Doesn’t seem like the law did much because there’s a war going on with waterballoons and waterguns. As Teresa and I walked down further there seemed to be more open space then usual. I look around theres more then a dozen kids locked and load all around us. Suddenly were charged and basically jumped into a pool of water. The waterballoons actually hurt sometimes when they threw it with force. Teresa got hit in the arm which made for a nice red mark and i got hit in the face. We ran for safety. I had to get revenge. There seemed to be a few white folks trying to conqure them so i decided to join in. Teresa stood way back as she watched. I got 10 balloons and was ready for war. I hit a few kids but we were clearly out numbered. They scream and about 20 kids rush into us. I got hit again in the face and this time it hurt a heck of a lot more. I threw my last remaining ballons and called it quits – at least for now…
I started feeling sick. This altitude seriously gets to me sometimes. Head was pounding and i was breathing harder. Went to the hotel to rest. Seems like all that action was too much for the altitude im in.
By night time i felt better and i decided to scroll the streets again while Teresa did her things on the computer. The atmosphere changed on the same blocks Teresa and i walked on earlier. There were just as many food stall as there were people and that’s thousands. The selling of clothing went away and got replaced by food and beer and night. The scent of food was beautiful and i wanted to just try everything in site. For 5boliviano i got a choripan then for 3 i got this shot of some sort of alcohol with foamy milk. For one dollar i ate well and got a small buzz going. Beautiful! The rest of the atmosphere was filled with music and dancing.
I cant even imagine how tomorrow is going to be like.
