Dec 15
Ok it’s Thursday, and again I am excited about getting my cards, paying my debt and hitting the road. A little hung over, but once again the day is full of errands in preparations for leaving. Tommy and I grab lunch around three at the same place where I got the snake shot. Good food. We wait around for my cards to show up, and they don’t. I call and they are still in customs. So once again I walk the streets, and now it has gotten to the point that where ever I go I shake hands and kiss babies. F-ing crazy. That night I eat local market food, you don’t want to know what it was believe me, but it only cost a $1.10 and that includes a coke. I think I am down to $10 dollars by now and I must admit that I am slightly nervous. I call the bank for another emergency cash withdrawal, and they deny it. Was again fuck bank of America. Leave me starving in the streets of a third world country on brink of civil unrest. Keeping me on a fucking pay phone for hours and hours. Anyway once again Tommy and I go out and have a good time. We went to some Beatles bar, strange, and then we caught a cab and Tommy told the cab to go to this certain bar. Well, the cab pulls down this dark street to the front of this house. We get out and knock on the door, and some guy invites us in, and directs us to a room. Shortly a precession of ladies walk in. Yeah that’s right some how ended up at a Bolivian whore house. Wow! Tommy says ¨go with flow,¨ but this time I thought it best for me to go a different direction. So I left. Trust me I left! By the way the price was $12 per hour for everything. I met some friends at the hotel and so I hung out there the rest of the night.