Circo de la Calle
We´re still in La Paz. We found a pretty fun crew of artisans and jugglers to run around with and life is good. For example, we all went to a party on Saturday night and it didn´t end until yesterday afternoon. Lebn and I were coming out of our hotel room on Saturday night, and about 15-20 people were walking down our street, looking for us to take us to the rim of the valley that is La Paz for a fiesta. Pictures coming soon. We, being a great and mighty mob to be reckoned with, commandeered a bus that took us all the way to our destination. Ordinarily, we would have had to transfer to get there, but as we filled the entire bus, we talked the driver into taking us all the way.
Night number one of the party was fun. We stayed up late, drinking and drumming, and Lebn and I crashed on the hard wood floor. The next day the whole lot of us took to the streets to earn a little money. We were quite the spectacle, a band of hippies and artisans cruising the crowded markets. People stopped us to shake our hands and ask us where we were from before we even did a show. Our general answer became, ¨todo el mundo¨ as we had almost every South American country represented as well as Israel, France, Belgium and others that I´m forgetting. But once the shows began, we were like celebrities, mobs of people circling round us to find out what in the hell we were up to. The welcome that we received was so warm and enthusiastically friendly, that it alone would have made the whole day worth it. We must have done 7-8 shows by night fall, the last 3 or 4 were each supposed to be our last though we kept ending up doing one more, and made enough money for close to 20 people to eat all day and sponsor another party that night. I, personally, enjoyed receiving food from all of the vendors in the market more than the pocket change of the spectators. A bag full of delicious oranges, bananas, or peanuts were much more valuable commodities when working the streets all day, than a couple of Bolivianos and it felt more like it was genuinely coming from the heart. And now I can say that I´ve worked for peanuts and mean it.
The second night of party was much like the first, only Lebn and I managed to score pads to sleep on. We got a slow start the next day, and 4 of us decided to walk down the valley into the heart of La Paz for spectacular views and to experience a different part of the city. I wish we had pictures to post, but Lebn was without his camera.
However, another friend has posted some pictures of the weekends events at: http://picasaweb.google.com/igal.tar/BoliviaLaPaz
if you want to check them out.
And Lebn has posted a few new ones of older events. His picture page, once again, is:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lebnjay
Enjoy!
We love you all and deeply apologize to our wonderful Mothers for neglecting to make contact on Mother´s Day. We were working in the streets for peanuts. Aren´t you proud?
Night number one of the party was fun. We stayed up late, drinking and drumming, and Lebn and I crashed on the hard wood floor. The next day the whole lot of us took to the streets to earn a little money. We were quite the spectacle, a band of hippies and artisans cruising the crowded markets. People stopped us to shake our hands and ask us where we were from before we even did a show. Our general answer became, ¨todo el mundo¨ as we had almost every South American country represented as well as Israel, France, Belgium and others that I´m forgetting. But once the shows began, we were like celebrities, mobs of people circling round us to find out what in the hell we were up to. The welcome that we received was so warm and enthusiastically friendly, that it alone would have made the whole day worth it. We must have done 7-8 shows by night fall, the last 3 or 4 were each supposed to be our last though we kept ending up doing one more, and made enough money for close to 20 people to eat all day and sponsor another party that night. I, personally, enjoyed receiving food from all of the vendors in the market more than the pocket change of the spectators. A bag full of delicious oranges, bananas, or peanuts were much more valuable commodities when working the streets all day, than a couple of Bolivianos and it felt more like it was genuinely coming from the heart. And now I can say that I´ve worked for peanuts and mean it.
The second night of party was much like the first, only Lebn and I managed to score pads to sleep on. We got a slow start the next day, and 4 of us decided to walk down the valley into the heart of La Paz for spectacular views and to experience a different part of the city. I wish we had pictures to post, but Lebn was without his camera.
However, another friend has posted some pictures of the weekends events at: http://picasaweb.google.com/igal.tar/BoliviaLaPaz
if you want to check them out.
And Lebn has posted a few new ones of older events. His picture page, once again, is:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lebnjay
Enjoy!
We love you all and deeply apologize to our wonderful Mothers for neglecting to make contact on Mother´s Day. We were working in the streets for peanuts. Aren´t you proud?
posted by Zackataca at 10:02 AM
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Much thanks, Zack. Still appreciate your writing and updates.
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