Another day, another tour to be booked and another morning spent trying to sort out the myriad options and more importantly the cowboys from the legitimate operators. After finding a decent company who would guide us for the next week into the Amazon jungle and pampas regions of Northern Bolivia we were then hindered by the fact that very few ATMs seem to work in La Paz and those that do dispense about enough cash to buy a packet of crisps. Having wandered for what seemed an eternity, we then did the same again looking for a supermarket to buy supplies for the jungle.
Whilst wandering the streets I was intrigued when I saw a couple of dread-locked fire-jugglers performing for cars at a traffic intersection, I was astounded when I realised that they were actually Europeans (they looked French, you can always tell by the red trousers). Begging in a third-world country, have they no shame?
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