I felt sad leaving Rhian behind, but ecstatic to leave La Paz. I had had enough of the big city life - inside the hostel I was surrounded by cigarettes and outside by the dark black exhaust fumes from the vehicles (evidence on the cotton bud when cleaning my face, and from the dark black water from washing my clothes). In addition, NO! I don't need a taxi!! or a pizza! or that dead turtle shell!! People would randomly pull out a pen, for example, from their pockets and 'sell' it to me. (???) Josh, a canadian, had 'lost' his camera, and tried to buy it back on the black market. So, on Sunday, we went there - it was easy. We just had to ask anyone at the Witch's Market, and they would say come
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