DAY 93: I woke up on a cold, southern hemisphere summer day in my Potosi hostel. Being in the highest city in the world at 13,353 ft. ASL, mornings are cold year round. With no real agenda for the day but to chill out, I just stayed under my three llama wool blankets in my room.

I HAD BEEN TRAVELLING IN GROUPS of people for about the past two weeks, without much time to spend with my real travelling companion: my journal, personified by the name "Blog." I powered up my iBook -- with too many new desktop wallpapers to choose from -- and spent the entire morning typing away, sorting through over 400 photos, editing and re-editing. I finished six entries in a row and copied the files to my Memory Stick, before heading out into the city.

I had arrived in Potosi in the middle of the night via a cargo truck, without any decent first impressions of the city. One step out of the hostel, I walked into a sunny day in what I soon discovered was a cool little city way in the mountains. What Potosi lacked in oxygen it made up for in beautiful colonial architecture, like its main Plaza 10 de Noviembre and its cathedral and the nearby Plaza 6 de Agosto. It took twice and many breaths to walk around the city streets and pedestrian malls. A storm came through and I found shelter in yet another Chinese restaurant named after Jackie Chan, where a TV played obscure cartoons in Chinese.

I spent most of the rest of the day at Tuko's Cafe (picture above), the "World's highest Cybercafe," where I uploaded all the photos and stories I prepped up that morning to the BootsnAll servers. I chatted on-line, answered e-mails and even accepted some freelance design work from a previously-existing client of mine.

THE STORM WENT AWAY and I walked passed the kids playing soccer in front of the Iglesia de San Bernardo to the markets where I looked for supplies, including a new notebook with a different looking cover from my old one that people told me made me look like a pedophile. The new notebook had animals on it -- did that mean I'm into bestiality?

For dinner I had some salchipapas (sliced fried hot dogs over fries) from a street food vendor and then called my folks to wish them a happy anniversary. I went back to my room to chill out with the VCDs I had bought in La Paz that I never got a chance to see. Stifler and The Rock gave me a preview of the Brazilian wilderness in The Rundown until I fell asleep.