So I come back to La Paz and find a cheap hostel. You know the type: dodgy and dirty shithole full of stinking hippies working their handicrafts to sell on the streets. And just when I'm about to make it to the room, the police comes rushing in and I find myself in the middle of a fucking drug bust. The hail is bombing the patio, and right in front of me the milico guy is electroshocking and kicking in the nuts some wacked out of his mind junkie, while accidentally shooting me with pepper spray. The fuck?! All in all, they find 2 kilos of white powder.
"My girls" won a tournament today. Makes me proud somehow.
If anyone is interested in what the football pitch in Villa 31 looks like in motion, the (now befriended) San Telmo Productions has filmed a short documentary about it, and here is a fragment on youtube: