I guess it had to happen sooner or later: I finally got robbed. I did not even realize it at first, although I did find it strange that two women sandwiched me between them on a  not so crowded street...but by the time it dawned on me that I was being robbed they were long gone. It was only some cash, and not that much (although quite a bit by Bolivian standards), but it felt pretty horrible.

Otherwise things are cool and there is something interesting about coming back to a place that you did not expect to visit ever again. (Apart from the fact that I ran into a guy that I had stood up a couple of weeks ago in the firm knowledge that I would never see him again...) Kathleen, the Canadian woman and I have been hanging out, last night we got to go to the one fancy bar everyone goes to and she even convinced me to buy some "good luck and happiness soap" from the witch market. Will update on how that one is working.