Well the festival is in full swing – beer stalls line the streets and everywhere there are people in their finest dancing up a storm. Everyone has travelled for this huge festival celebrating Bolivia’s best saint (she appeared at Copacobana and did some cool stuff)
We’re wandering around gazing at the drunk and dancing locals we’re handed a beer by a local and are quickly introduced to his family and accepted. We are taught that head on a beer is money (the beer is super fizzy at high altitude) and so you end up putting the extra head in your top pocket. Needless to say Glen’s shirt needed a wash the next day. We find out our spanglish isn’t that bad and we play with these guys for a few hours. We taught the father the important english word of “skull” which was quite handy at the time. We split for dinner and Jamie (dad) invites us to meet up witht hem later in a different plaza to meet his friend “Johnny Walker”, we actually headed up later but couldn’t locate the family (which was probably for the best)
The music and dancing go all night and we partake for a while until the sound system blows for the stage we’re dancing in front of. Everyone is still going dressed in their finest. These outfits cost more than the entire families wardrobe (remember they have big families here) and it shows. The parades and bands are amazing and everyone has a geat time – we watch many children carry their parents home.
