Uyuni for Carnaval

out of control.

really, truly, out of control.

i met some little old lady that made me join the parade. we danced all the way to the VIP after party. this lady was ancient. she was old. really really old. and she could put the beers away like no other. at one point, she got mad at me because i wasnt drinking as fast as she was. this is the point in my life where i TRULY learned how to drink a beer. surrounded by old people dressed in traditional colorful bolivian skirts and hats dancing in circles holding hands with giant smiles. she danced so low that i swear, her hips were going to pop out when she worked her way back up or her back would go out or something. these people can dance. they are PROFESSIONAL carnavalers. i, on the other hand, am a newbee and got tired fast. i dont know how they can dance ALL NIGHT long and never ever get tired. confetti was everywhere. in my hair for 6 days after!!! i met sean connery who wore a fred flinstone constume. he told me he wanted to marry me and thats when i asked him about his wedding ring. margaret and i danced all night long to multiple live bands. great music. amazing people. parades in the streets. in every single street. people dancing. laughing. twirling in their made up costumes and their wigs. water balloons, squirt guns, tubas, trumpets, etc.

.... around 6am, we started the trek home. for me, this was a little but harder as i spent the entire night with a 65 year old bolivian woman who kept feeding me free beer. margaret and braden carried me home and i stumbled my way down the middle of the road singing and laughing and cheersing fellow carnavalers as we passed by. when i made it there, i stole a chileans sandle and ran around the hostel screaming and laughing. i apoliged for this the next day. upon arrival of the hostel room, i decided i really wasnt tired and refused to go to sleep. braden and marg had a different idea so they blockaded the door and wouldnt let me leave the room.

CARNAVAL IN BOLIVIA, check.