Crap Elvis in La Paz, Bolivia

Originally nervous about arriving as people kept warning us that if our bags were going to be stolen anywhere, it would be La Paz.
They were wrong...one of our bags actually got nicked at the bus station waiting to get to La Paz.
So there!

Anyway, loved it.
Where else can you buy a dead llama foetus to bury under your porch?
Where else does your rail trip get cancelled because someone has stolen some of the tracks?
Where else does someone looking very dodgy come up to you, open his jacket, pull out an old rock, and say "psst, wanna buy a fossil?" ?
OK, granted Manchester, UK may be the answer to a couple of those, but only La Paz can proudly say "here" to all of those.



What?...as if you've never seen a man in a bad elvis suit getting a shoeshine before...




Sod corruption, poverty, and the drug problem...taxpayers money in La Paz is far better spent on employing people dressed as zebras to help the corrupt/poor/drugged-up cross the road at zebra crossings. With such a literal approach at road crossings, I was extremely concerned at what might happen when the green man starts flashing.





Determined to seek out some culture. Unfortunately the bloke with the big stone head was no help at all.