Sunday

We bypass the town centre to avoid today’s revelry, as we are to have a serious meeting in the afternoon, and don’t want to get sucked into the whole chicha thing again.
The morning is spent in the company of Sara and Inka, German girls over here visiting, who not only speak pretty good English, but also kind of understand the bus/taxi set up. (left on our own we would have ended up crying-it’s not easy).

The famous Cancha market

We take a trufi taxi (wedge as many in as you can) to Cocha’ then walk a palm- stitched boulevard where we meet an Irish nun who has just arrived and has come our way in the hot sun looking for a certain group of Sisters- presumably a nunnery somewhere in town. She has no idea where to find them, and we are of no help. I hope she’s not still looking.

Then we go up in a cable car to see Jesus.

The Christo de la Concordia stands on a hill overlooking Cochabamba and looks like the Cristo Redentor statue over Rio, but is a few centimetres taller, ha!

The view is damn good and we climb up the spiral staircase inside and get to see the City through Christ’s armpit.

That's another fine mess you've gotten me into

Back again to our new host Luisa’s beautiful house in Tiq’.
Some of these roads are rough! Rocks, gaping holes, big metal lumps to slow you down (ignored). You get tossed about and the dust is flying. Off, then, to the adobe house of (and built by) another teacher, Claudia, and her husband.

Claudia's place

Nice Bolivian peanut soup here and cake just out of the garden oven, (plus a lot of school chit-chat; shall I bore you? No. I am not a teacher, but I manage to throw in some observations about the soup).
Back to Luisa’s to count our remaining money, while Luisa goes off to another school meeting (or is it a chicha party?) then early to bed-i’m still pretty tired and the hot nights are filled with the loud sounds of barking dogs, some of which, incidently,  form wild packs and, somehow, survive on these dry streets.