La Paz Chronicles: No WiFi, No Problem

maybe i should’ve packed lighter. again. my laptop’s cooling vents are sweating just thinking about the heat-18.68°c right now, feels like 17.47°c if you’re into ‘feels like’ nonsense. the air here’s got that thick, quietChilean mountain air vibe. listened to a friar grumble about ‘boring tourists’ outside this crumbling church, probably wishing everyone would stop using flash photography inside like they’re paparazzi. i’m not sure if he’s a local or just my third existential crisis of the day.

here’s the thing about working remotely in a place that clocks in at 1019hPa pressure: your WiFi signal fights the altitude every day. tried ”mounting a winnesat dish” on my hostel balcony, ended up “praying to the guy who invented satellite coffee” every time my Zoom froze mid-student. honorable mention to the lizard population-they’re basically llamas with scales. one eye me stared at me from a sunbaked wall; his buddy across the alley’s nickname’s probably “speedbump”.

quick recap? i’m the freelance photographer from the train who sold his wallet to a street artist named Azul (totally not suspicious, he wears socks with sandals). spent yesterday editing pics for another post while waiting for this one to upload. neighbors? serenades at 3am. not the romeo kind-more like billingual goats yelling about prices at a failing bakery.

friggin’hell, last night’s wooden dinners at Cultura Libre were electric. *queen parrotfish? more like queen bird of paradise-the cobalt-blue things turned the party into a neon dream. overheard gossip from a bartender? something about a 2-star Michelin noodle place opening in Sucre next month. if you’re into betrayal and gluten-free soba, mark my words.

don’t listen to the Google Maps losers-stick to this route: https://maps.google.com/maps?q=29.359,30.6806&z=13&output=embed (yes, the ‘q’ coordinates are wrong, but hey, even GPS gods mess up sometimes). and if you need caffeine? El Sinko’s the move-their chocolate latte is basically a hug in a cup. waste of money? maybe. chocolate latte*. nuts

P.S. if you’re lurking on TripAdvisor: ‘Amazing! Authentic!’ is a mansion run by raccoons. Someone lied. Your address is currently between a ‘cultural experience’ and a fast-food chainsaw massacre.

cheers,

-Dj, the guy who wears socks with sandals

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