Potosi II

Still here in Potosi. We spent the morning swimming in a hot thermal lake (Tarapaya) in a canyon (the Devil´s Canyon, unsurprisingly) in the middle of the mountains. It was amazing, especially because we were the only people there save for the locals. I just find it so very surreal to be in these places that we have learnt about in primary school geography class as being the "highest, longest, oldest, whatever-est"; my memories are vague, so I can´t remember what was said about the Andes, but I am sure there was something...

Last night I ran into my Slovenian friend, Natasha, with whom we managed to nail the Japanese thief in Recife. She confirmed what I had already heard from the victim of the crime about ten days ago in Rio (where I accidentally ran into her at a samba bar): our dangerous criminal is still sitting in a prison in Recife...A wave of guilt came over me: after all it is partly my fault that this psycholgically unstable little woman is rotting in a Brazilian jail, which is probably no fun experience.

So exhausted by the way. Even the coca tea does not help. I think it is a combination of the physical strains caused by the cold and the altitude, and the multitude of new information that I have to process in a short amount of time resulting in a strain on the brain. (Still love it though.)