A day in Villa Tunari

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I had quite an interesting day in Villa Tunari. In the morning I visited the park, where I unsuccesfully fought with a monkey to recover the tissues she has skilfully stolen from my pocket. Apparently she is quite keen on cameras too so I guess I can call myself lucky.

In the afternoon I went to the other park 7km away from the village, walked to a river and ended up going in the water with all my clothes on.

The night journey to Santa Cruz also proved to be interesting, though in a more negative way. The bus was full and I was accomodated in the aisle, travelling for six hours in the most uncomfortable position, surrounded by the smell of dirty feet.

When the driver refused to give me my change and mumbled something about me not being Bolivian I couldn't take it anymore and I cried. I cried for all the times I was ignored, mistreated and deceived for having a pale skin, for all the times I was treated as a tourist instead of a human being. I cried and for the first time in my life I understood what it feels like to be the victim of racism.

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Comments

[Pauliina]

Oh man!
What a journey -this really explains the down site of the great travels! BUT believe or not in few months time you will see how this experience among others have made you even stronger person! Hugs from Finland, PauliinaXX