Our last day in La Paz and we decided to go to the Cemetary. Yes, that’s right, the cemetary; but we were foiled in our attempts.
Saturday is market day in the middle of the city. Thirty six city streets are sealed off and the country comes to town to sell everything along the street; there’s no department stores here because people love the social interaction offered by the market days.
Anyway, we set out to find a taxi to go to the Cemetario. Every vehicle that is not a bus or a mini-van is a taxi in La Paz, but there was not one to be found vacant. Eventually we ended up seeing a mini-bus that had a sign saying “Cemetario” on the windscreen; we paid our $0.20c and got on board.
An hour later and two blocks further along, we go out, smiling at the other transportees who evidently had the whole day to get where ever they wanted to go.
By this time another issue that was going to stop us reaching our goal had popped up; a minor case of gastro. We plunged into the market streets, working our way back to the centre of the city public bano by public bano. A tour of toilets was not what I’d expected today.
Anyway, short story is, we didn’t get to the cemetario. But we did see lots of really interesting things from the bus, including a man diligently plucking his chin with a small mirror and tweezers; a small man being loaded up with about a tonne of potatoes on his backs (well probably about 50kg but it was a very BIG bag); a deal involving a very small amount of money and a great number of onions and a baby sleeping on a pile of bananas.
We’ll go to the cemetery in Sucre.
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