La Paz, Day 6

The popular music here in South America is really starting to grow on me. The style is called `reggaeton` and it`s this upbeat grinding sexy repetitive groove of a beat that`s the backdrop to every song. I`m going to have to buy a CD before I go home because I `can foresee missing it later.

Someone told me that the many types of hats the women here wear all indicate something about their marrital status and life. Apparently some show they are married, some that they have kids, that they are widows...I`ll like to look into it more; it`s very interesting. In Canada there are no such distinguishing marks, aside from wedding bands.

Of the 5 little museums I went to with Jen yesterday, the Museo de Instrumentos Musicales de Bolivia was the most fun. They had a number of instruments we could actually play, from bells to drums to xylophones and other crazy inventions.

Today I`ve done little. I was told to go back to the immigration office to pick up my passport at 12pm, but when I got there they told me to come back at 4pm. While I was in the area I figured I`d look for this bookstore I`d heard about which sells English language books (I want to read about Bolivian history), but it took me ages and ages to get the proper directions. When I finally got there it was closed until 3.30pm, so I have to stick around this area for a while longer.

I catch the bus to Santa Cruz tonight. 18 hours. Yippee! I´m going to have to bring a bit of extra clothing so I can try to sleep comfortably.