We arrived in the first town in bolivia whch actually had a nice temperature, where we could happily wonder the sreets with our limbs not wrapped up and tucked in pockets. After scouring the wine town of bolivia, checking out the best vinos and tours, we decided to spend our cash on some top plonk rather than go on a long tour of a very similar looking vineyard to the ones we´ve seen in france. After chatting to a french, yes i said french barman, we went to the second best vineyard´s store in bolivia, and got the second best bottle of wine they had. Five pounds and fifty pence lighter off, we popped to the market to stock up on nuts, olives, cheese and more tasty nibbles. As this was the first large volume of descent high percentage alcohol we´d had in over 3 months, there was no surprise that when the last drop was drunk, Jude was fast asleep. I think she ended up sleeping for over 14 hours, so it must have been a good bottle!
The whole experience felt very french... you´d never tell this was bolivia
The main square. The prettiest one we´d seen in Bolivia so far.
Boozehound Jude remembering happy times holding aloft the empty vino, plus the local beer.... Yum. Check out the cool red batphone in the background!
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