DAY 84: One of the "Things to See and Do" mentioned in the Lonely Planet book was to visit San Pedro prison by ignoring all guards and police, nonchalantly walking into the prison and asking for someone to take you around for a fee. Lara, Tim and I had planned to do this, but after a night of partying hard amongst the Bolivians, we non-Bolivians needed a day to just rest. For most of the day, that's just what we did. We learned that the prison visits were no longer available anyway.

Wouter informed me in the morning of the events of the night before. Apparently at the beginning of the night he felt a bit awkward in a club of just locals, until he started having a good time just watching Lara and me piss drunk, making quite the fools of ourselves. I filled Wouter in on the escapades of my roommate Gilbert, who apparently had a crazy night with Pamela -- her sister Giovanna was missing and they didn't know where to find her. (She eventually turned up at our hostel that morning.)

Tim and I went out for a nice greasy breakfast of eggs and bacon, which settled me nicely but Tim not so much. Lara also had a really bad hangover -- she had to keep herself from puking all day. This wasn't such an easy thing to do when we went for a leisurely stroll around the city -- she noticed behaviors that almost made her gag, including a woman picking another woman's nose for her, and a little girl just taking a dump in the street in broad daylight. The mention of Tim's gas problems didn't help either -- Lara almost yakked back at the Burger King.

In the afternoon, Tim and I booked a mountain biking tour for the next day, while Lara booked an intensive Spanish course instead. We were all pretty exhausted and went back to the hostel to just veg in the lounge. I used the free time to catch up on The Blog, but I was easily distracted when American Pie came on -- Lara had to look away when Stifler drank the "pale ale" to keep herself from gagging.

THE DUTCHIES CLAUDIA, WOUTER AND GILBERT went on a day trip to some nearby Incan ruins, but met us back at the hostel to meet for dinner. It was Claudia and Wouter's last night in La Paz, so we went looking for a nice place to send them off. We found Mongo's Cafe down in Sopacachi, yet another example of how hip a place La Paz can be, with its candles and jazzy downtempo music. We had our final meal with the Dutchies there over fine Bolivian wines, careful not to repeat the events of the night before -- although I'm sure Wouter would have enjoyed it.