Today we went off to Tupiza on the Bolivian Altiplano. Took about 9 hours but the countryside near the town was like the canyons in the States (indeed, Tupiza is where Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid spent their last days). My memory cards are really taking a hammering. Everywhere you look there is a photo opportunity.
We arrived about 4 and immediately engrossed ourselves in the culture. "Cuba Libre by the pool". My God, if there is one thing I have done this holiday it is to liberate Cuba. We got through 4 bottles of Havana Club and then started on the Cusqueña beers.
The next few hours were a bit of a blur but i do remember gate-crashing a dinner with Shannon, Karen and Tina and then going to another dinner with some others and eating someone else's pizza.
The first real time I have got to "bond with the BB house" - alcohol has that effect. Shannon asked me where I grew up etc. Explained the Birmingham thing, explained the Welsh parentage, she asked me if I knew any Welsh. Sung the anthem. She was gobsmacked and this provoked a rather strange reaction....
... ended up in a Karaoke bar and the 4 of us butchered many a classic until the small hours but had a tremendous time. Another great night out on tour. Dan, sadly no Busted, so the Beatles/"Footloose" and an improptu "Born to be Wild" rocked the bar to the foundations - I even think I helped one of the locals finish some rubbish Bolivian chant at one point just to get the microphone back.
We got back about 2ish. A belter of a night, have to say the girls on tour are a right laugh.
In other news, Andy the tour guide put himself to bed at 9pm after serious rum-abuse. Tubbs was last seen buying very dubious local art at 2am and Connor had to climb in through his window as his key had gone AWOL - again some bloke called "ron" being the culprit.
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