La Pazzzzz!!

So we arrive to La Paz 2hours late, but thats Bolivian buses for you. It had wisely been predetermined that we would be checking into the famous Loki hostel with a reputation for being a party hostel...

La Paz, the capital of Bolivia, holds the title for being the highest capital city in the world, 3800m asl. As per usual, with a change in altitude, I feel a little like death. However, it is Bethany´s last night with us, so it was planned to be a big one. I take an afternoon siesta after a quick exploration of the hilly, bustling city.

We start the night off in the Loki bar, which to be honest, is the most european bar I´ve been in so far. Nothing too typically South American about this hostel, the chain of 4 was largely set up by a group of Irish. It is a bit of cheat, everything is written in English, and most of the guests are english speaking, however, is a refreshing break.

Having heard good things about the nightlife in La Paz we were geared up for some big nights out. However, the ´nightclubs´weren´t exactly what we´d expected. Traffic and Mongol, had both been recommended. We ended up going to both. Traffic was more of a salsa bar, which can be great, but this one was not. Mongol was full of tourists and had a strange playlist in which The Fugees and Coolio featured. The most interesting part of the night was the slightly secret nightclub ´Blue´. It functions as sort of an afterparty, opening at 4am. You arrive, to what seems like a normal door to a flat, and you have to knock. A bouncer answers and ushers everyone into what seems to be a long, dark, outdoor corridor. You stumble up it until you reach another, soundproofed, door. Inside is sort of shed of a nightclub, akin to something you might find in Ballmullet, Co. Mayo. Except theres no air, and very smokey... oh and theres a cocaine room upstairs. I must point out, I only know this from naively stumbling up there...

Despite being a ´secret´nightclub, it seemed to be exclusively filled with tourists. we stayed until around 6am, at which point Bethany had to return to the hostel to catch a bus. Sounds fun eh? On the way out, the bouncer told us we had to wait 5 mins until we were let out, because the police were outside...

I felt like death, alchohol and altitude continue to plague my happiness. I sadly said my farewell to my travel buddy since Mendoza and went to bed.

The next day was a fun filled vomit session on my part... shudder...