I have a confession to make. When my friend, Andrea, and I started travelling together our primary motivation was to find those handsome, Australian surfer guys who roam around the world in search of adventure. We have been to the four corners of the globe; including Rome, Lapland, Africa, Cyprus and Bolivia but they remained elusive. Now last night I found them in a pub here in La Paz and...what a disappointment. Perhaps the it was inevitable: we invested a lot of effort into visualizing the encounter with these perfect creatures - they could not possibly live up to the expectations. Still...it would have been nice if they had had any other topic of conversation than rugby and grunge music (neither of which I can or would wish to contribute to at any length, or at all, really). Oh well, such is life.

On the upside, it is sunny in La Paz and I went to see a place called Moon Valley, which are really cool rock formations that had remained from the time when the entire area was still covered by the ocean. I also visited the local zoo nearby, which is the saddest zoo I have ever seen. In the beginning I thought that there are no animals in it at all, because I could only spot a couple of llamas locked up behind a fence (why, I wonder, considering that they hang out everywhere anyway...) but after a while I found the jaguars and a couple of snakes: all kept in pretty dire conditions. I also befriended a very pretty and pretty cool Canadian woman. This is good because I am not a typical guys' girl, but I found it hard to befriend girls since I have been travelling and I miss female company. She reminds me of one of my good friends from Hungary and we got along pretty well so at least I have company for the remainder of my stay here.

Oh, just one more thing. As I was having a coffee at the one cafe where you can get semi-decent coffee in La Paz (isn't it strange? they produce the stuff but they can't make a good one), I was overcome with nostalgia. They played "Nothing is gonna change my love for you" by Glenn Medeiros, a cheesy one-hit wonder from 1987. His name will mean nothing to the Americans reading this, but the Europeans (the ones as old as me, at least) might; I danced my first slow dances to this song in sixth grade. In fact, I must have danced the first 35 slow dances of my life to this song because the boys in our class lacked imagination...which probably is why I will never forget this song!