I was scared at times in Buones Aires, I was especially scared in Rio. But never did I feel particularly threatenedin any of those places. Arriving in La. Paz, after collecting our bags, and grabbing three taxis to take us to our hostel- the policeman stuck his ugly Bolivian (I’m sorry, its true) head into our cab and said “be careful”. What!? NO!! Don’t say that, we’re already scared to death permanently mister!
So with tentative everything, and hands glued to our packs, we managed to pick our first
La. Paz winner of a taxi driver, who of course, knew nothing about his city- “where, what is, sorry senorita? A hostel.. no no no entiendo”. This pattern continued the entire time we were there, on each and every lone journey and I soon found
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