After five years working in London, I decided it was time to move back to Los Angeles, but not before taking a year off to see the world. I gave up my great job with Lehman Brothers in Administration and a fantastic flat (and roommate) I’d lived in for over three years, packed up all my belongings into some 60 cubic feet of boxes and said farewell to the wonderful friends I made in London. Before setting off for Asia, I spent seven weeks in the States including a weekend getaway in Chicago with my best friends from high school, corrective eye surgery in Philadelphia, Aud and Rob’s wedding in Bermuda, 13 days in Israel on Birthright (with a side trip to Petra) and time in quiet Oak Park with my parents and sister. Then, on July 18, 2010 at 1am, with only 13 kilograms in my 50L backpack and a small shoulder bag, I boarded a flight to Singapore. The goal of my adventure is not one of self-discovery or mending a broken heart but a journey of true desire to explore the world, experience new cultures, taste various cuisines, explore beautiful wildernesses, meet local people, and maybe learn some Spanish along the way. What lies below are my stories (or more of a daily recount of events) from the road.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

City heights: La Paz

Thursday, April 28, 2011

After a seven hour almost sleepless train ride we pulled into Oruro station.  I shared a taxi to town center with a couple people and got an 8am bus to La Paz.  It was almost noon by the time I made it to Adventure Brew Hostel.  Back in the same room.

Since today was the only time I had in La Paz, I quickly headed out to do some sightseeing.  I started by walking up a huge stepped hill to Calle Jaén, a picturesque colonial street with lots of museums.  The Museo de Instrumentos Musicales was open, so I had a peak at the numerous musical instruments housed in a refurbished colonial house.  From there I continued to the main plaza, Plaza Murillo, a large flower-filled (and pigeon-filled) square with the Cathedral, Presidential Palace (in Italian renaissance style) and the National Congress.  Not sure who it was, but someone came out of the Presidential Palace surrounded by four cars.  It all happened very quickly.
Calle Jaen
Musical Instruments Museum
Plaza Murillo
By this point it was after 2pm and I was starving (having not really eaten properly since dinner last night).  I ended up in a local coffee shop type place with a sandwich.  With a satisfied tummy, I walked around a bit more past some type of street demonstration/protest to Iglesia de San Francisco and into the tour office where I’d purchased my train ticket.  Time to find out if I could get a refund.  After much talking, I got a partial refund.  Just enough money to cover the rest of my expenses in Bolivia without having to exchange more money.  Perfect.
Street demonstration
I half-passed by Mercado de Hechieria (witchcraft market) before heading back to the hostel, exhausted.  Now I’m just relaxing with a couple people (including a girl Katie from Colorado). Will have the taco dinner at the hostel tonight and get ready for my long 12-hour bus ride tomorrow back to Cusco.  So excited to see my parents in two days!

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