I've finally left La Paz, in what can only be called a comedy of errors. In the past 24 hours I falsely accused a paceño of stealing my wallet. (He didn't; he was a very understanding guy and the doorman of the colectivo in which I left it actually ran two blocks down the Prado and returned it to me.) And then karma reared her head and--after my last night in the city, with plenty of drinking and dancing--I actually did lose my wallet. And my ATM card. And my money. But with a little help from my friend (and Western Union), I did make to to Peru, only to find out that there's a transportation strike in Cuzco, where a certain little lady is plotting to kill me after all these delays. So I'm in Puno--not a bad little town--but not where I am supposed to be!
Anyhow, keep an eye on the news tomorrow. There's supposed to be a huge turnout for the pro-Morales/constitutional-change march that arrives in La Paz tomorrow. Should be exciting. I wish I could be there. (And I'll be on the bus all day tomorrow, and I'll be begging for forgiveness all tomorrow night, so there won't be much info here.)