La Paz fitted into alot of what I thought South America would be like before I arrived - chaotic, noisy, energetic. The motorists drive with their horns rather than with indicators; street stalls sell everything from fresh honey (so fresh, the bees are present) to lama foetuses; minibusses pass at every second shouting a list of destinations at all pedestrians. Right in the middle of a festival there, I was walking down the street, and was sure I could hear gushing water. Hardly someone going on the street I thought, surely not. I walked on, the gushing got louder, so I looked around for a guy going against a wall somewhere. Still nothing. Then I looked down to see the moon-bottom of a Bolivian woman squatting right in the middle of a group of undeterred people,
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