Early impressions of La Paz were not great – looming darkly in the distance like a drunk priest at a children's party it didn't get any more appealing as we arrived, just lots of traffic, lots of smoke, lots of badly maintained buildings and being so high – very little air. The most impressive church – San Francisco – sits nicely behind an eight-lane motorway in the centre of town.
I found a place to stay that has it's own on-site micro-brewery, which was novel – but not much else. It was fully booked for tomorrow so we were forced to look for something else, being the highest capital city in the world, La Paz is not the sort of place where you can really just enjoy walking the streets, unfortunately as every hotel seems to be full of dreadlocked, tree-hugging, work-shy students we did not have much choice.
There are some very eclectic markets to explore selling all manner of tourist tat and products that would be considered luxury in any Poundland store. My favorite market was The Witches Market which tempts you with all manner of potions, powders and the odd dried llama foetus for every kind of hex you may wish to lay on some unfortunate soul.
Sud América Gut Rot League © – A new country and a new beer to try El Inca – and this is one you can make yourself; take one can of Guinness open and leave to stand for eight days, after which add two tablespoons of treacle, stir and enjoy. Or not. I didn't.
1. Cristal
2. Pilsen Polar
3. Franca
4. Cusqueña Negra
5. Conquer
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