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Published: December 1st 2006
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Bonnie
At the biggest Bigga J in the whole world!! We left. I'm sure there were many tears, if only from Ryan- fear not my lovers, she IS moving to Australia and you, WILL get married and be so happy forever and ever. Promise.
We left, after much avail, and headed to Cochabamba where we were going to meet Tahnee and Abby's friend Leeroy who is volunteering at an animal sanctuary in the jungle- that same one where the american girl had a chunk bitten from her hand..
Nightmare journey- we were told we'd arrive in Villa Tunari a mere 8 hours after leaving Cochabamba, so we snuggled into our seats and watched the most amazing lightning and thunderstorn from the safety of our window..
That is however until we were woken at 3 am, with everyone letting us know that we had arrived and no, no the storm was still raging. We laughed, hoPped off, found our backpacks, had minor panic attacks, thought just how lucky it was that mum didnt know what I was up to, and started a walk in the rain to look for somewhere dry to sleep.
Well there was never going to be a NICE hostel was
Lovers
Me and the girls in Cochabamba there? It was a bed in a jail like room with open mesh windows, scrunched up our eyes and willed ourselves to sleep, hoping the sun rose at 4am in the jungle..
It didnt, but we lived and went off to find Leeroy that morning, with the Isralie girl who was possibly the stupidest person I'd ever met, but managed to befriend us and travel to the animal sanctuary with us.
Leeroy was working with the cappuchino monkeys, who hate girls, so that wasn't so fun and I was chomping at the bit to see a puma- if not ride one- but apparently they live waaayyy up in the jungle and you have to work there for a month to get near them... bummer.
We had hopes of volunteering for the two days we were there, but like all such programs you pay the fee and do the time.
We went back the next day and played with the monkeys for hours, it was amazing to be so close to them and just have them happily climb all over you- and sleep in your lap- Tahee I thought you were going to melt!!
Leeroy and Abs- Jungle Bungle
Hand Co-Ordination, i was so bad at this game no-one even laughed in the end.. it was tragic Unfortunetly monkeys also double as thieves so we have no photos of any of this - visualise friends!
I was a little scared, something about a Kevin Bacon movie... Until I fell head over heels in love.
Not with a puma, but a spider monkey. It was the most adorable, hilarious creature I had ever seen and I finally plucked up the courage to sit next to her, where she climbed into my lap and held my hand- I was so deliriously happy!! Until one peed all over me and the moment was destroyed..
We spent the whole afternoon there before saying goodbye to Leeroy and our not so much Israeli friend, and catching the bus back to Cochabamba. By this stage we'd been introduced to The Sand Fly Bite. Which, is much, much, much worse than the original mozzie bite and sort of causes this aching, itching, annoying, "I want to chop my leg off", pain.
This was all intensified by the 5 hour LOCAL bus ride back to town, where I was squished into the back seat with 4 fat, ugly, smelly, sweating bolivian women and their two babies.
So you think your a bunny?
Every moment can be filled with entertainment in Bolivia Geeezzz, I verged on tears but Tahnee and Abby couldnt stop laughing so I was kind of ok with entertaining them.
Back in Cochabamba we planned on busing it to Sucre, having missed all buses though we took the cable tv, double bed, bottle of wine and pizza, option instead and to anyone watching us attempting to sleep, you could of been mistaken by thinking our mini orgasms were just that- however, let me remind you of The Sand Fly Bite...
The next nght, we arrived early to get to Sucre, but hey, oh of course, all 25 offices had sold out of tickets, until one man approached us and told us he'd magically get us those tickets. Losing all hope of Sucre dreams, we waited in angst, while he attempted to charge us a mere $100 bolivianos more than neccesary. At this point we all screamed (me, alot, at every bolivian man I could see), and decided that we were destined to crash in the bus on the way, so we´d better go to Ouro instead.
Here we are, Abby just had her bag stolen (death by bus crash?) and we're looking to escape to salt flats tonight. To any gringo who thinks it wise to hope off that gringo trail... sister jump back on.
Oh and due to bag stealing (bastidos) we have to go back to La. Paz.. can I hear a whoop whoop...
xoxo
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