And on to Peru

I´ve noticed that my blog doesn´t really centre around my travels, but all the hot boys I tend to fall in love with. This, I need to rectify. I must remember why I came on this trip. It was not to become infatuated by a different man in every country, but rather to find myself and all that cliched shizzle!

Last time I updated this, I believe I was in La Paz. La Paz was cool, although as soon as I had adjusted to the altitude çand got over hummous gate, we set off to the Salar de Uyuni, the world´s largest salt plains. Man, I have never seen so much salt in my life. There was a lot of salt, and would you believe, not a sprinkling of pepper in sight. The trip was pretty awesome, although the highlight was getting on the bus and hearing some Northern bloke (who, as it turns out, lives just round the corner from me) utter, "it´s an f·$&ing desolated waaaste land out theeere with people pissing everywheerre". Oh the shame to even be associated with Preston.

Um, my blog was just posted by accident, so any reader that I may have, please don´t be confused. So more about my salty trip! We were in a group of six, and after looking at some dead mummies, four of us managed to get trashed on Bolivian rum in the middle of the desert with the sounds of Pitbull echoing in the background. It was pretty cool, up until I got back, had no clue where I was, picked an unwanted fight with my travel pal (yes I am still ashamed), fell asleep, woke up five minutes later, demanded she take me to the loo as I thought I was in some random discoteca, she refused, so the random Spanish boy had to take me. Once I got to the bottom, there was clarity. I knew where I was and I just felt like a stupid drunk idiot.

Anyway, that´s like so two days ago. Over the following days, I drank in the gorgeous sights of Laguna Colarado, Laguna Verde, the hot geysers (where the P Town man reappeared only to start downing beer and ´looking for titties´ at 8 in the morning) and dreamt I was being suffocated in my cell like accomodation which was SO cold. All in all, the trip was amazing, up until I ate some llama and it gave me food poisoning (yes, yes, I thought llama was meant to bring happiness too). Which, pretty much, takes me up to today. I still have it - the food poisoning that is, and I guess you could also say the llama - I have never been so sick (from both ends) in my life. I am hoping it will pass and I am also hoping it will be a blessing, ie it will make me mega skinny for when I encounter my next beloved, although the Argentinian and Angus are still up there ;)

As for the sign off...

Never trust a llama.