Dec 16 Once again I wake up excited because my cards should arrive. Yeah!!! Tommy and I once again grab lunch , after words I hang around the hotel markets waiting for my cards. They are suppose to come at 3, and guess what they don´t come. So once again I walk back down to phone, did I mention it’s a bitch of a walk to the phone because its straight downhill and that back uphill. I call and complain. That said that the cards will be there today. Well finally DHL came, thank god. I open the package and the assholes only sent me a credit card. No ATM card. Are you fucking serious. Again fuck bank of America because I verified that they were sending me two cards three times. Its there fucking fault in the first place because they cancelled my credit card. Well I call the bank to bitch and ask for a temporary Pin number for my temporary credit card so that I can with draw money at the ATM machine. They refuse and tell me to go to any bank, and they can do it. I explained to them again that I am in fucking Bolivia on the eve of a fucking election and things don’t work that way here in Bolivia. I ended up tell them to go to hell and I slammed the phone. Well I can do anything after 5 because all the banks are closed. Tommy and I grab some pizza and beers to forget my worries but then find out that nobody is allowed to serve beer tow days before the election. What a fucking day. On the way out of the pizzeria we run into the girls that say in their hotel they sell beer at the bar and have Kareoke. Great lets go! On the way to the hotel I realize we are on the same street as the whore house we were at the night before. So the car stops in front of this normal looking house and inside there is full bar. Huge! We order beers, just relaxing. And then oh shit! Some lady runs in the var shouting “POLICIA, POLICIA: POLICIA-PASSE, PASSE, PASSE¨ Everybody, 15 people including us, grab our shit and run up satirs were they lock us in this room for 30 min. What the fuck! The last think I need to do is go to a fucking Bolivian jail over a god damm beer. We here shouting downstairs. Finally the coast is clear and we go back down stairs, grab our beers and go to the attic of this huge house were we find 20 couches, mirrors on the ceilings, full bar, three huge screen TVs, and a world class Karoke machine. We have a couple a beers with the girls but if course because we are cheap basters the leave, good riddance. Bolivian whores!!! So we go home.