Well, I´m not sure of the name of the town I am in again. I had a good day at the border town, Across from La Quinca or something like that. I should really know these things. The weather was nice, and I really like Bolivian people. It´s interesting how the older women get here, the more attention they pay to the way they dress. I don´t think that any two hats in Bolivia are alike.
Yesterday when I crossed the border, I got my exit stamp from Argentina, but walked right past the Boliva office. I realized what I had done today and that I needed a visa card so I went back to make things right. They were surprised that I walked right in, but didn´t give me any trouble.
The hotel I stayed in cost less than $4 Canadian and was worth every penny if they pay property tax. The bed sagged more than a hammock, and it took an hour for them to get the propane water heater going for me in the morning. I was just about to leave when they did.
People really like to talk politics here, and a few had all of the patience in the world for me to look up words in the dictionary. I was surprised how well they understood that the CIA is buying the most drugs and at the same time trying to stop production. One guy I talked to said that it is so the price of cocaine they buy goes up.
I met a girl from Israel, and she has some friends that are meeting her tomorrow in a town called uyu something. I decided to go with her as her friends are getting a jeep to the worlds biggest salt flat, something I wanted to do, but it would be to expensive for me to do on my own. There still might not be room, but I don´t really care which way I go. I didn´t even think that busses ran through this part of the world.
That´s where I am now.
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