3. Victoria Falls (Zambia / Zimbabwe)

Too many of my favourite pictures at one of the world-renowned waterfalls :’) I am incredibly lucky, I know!

Dry season – apparently in wet season you get all soaked!

spare me the melodrama, Mr Gan

We waited for the bus to Kasane, Botswana from here.

Feeling incredibly lucky to be able to hear the rushing waters from one of the most spectacular curtain of water in the world! Can’t decide if the Zambian or Zimbabwean side was better, both were absolutely awe-inspiring ❤️

3. Petra, Jordan

Petra – what I came to Jordan for. So happy I couldn’t help jumping around 🤗🤗🤗 with tombs, monuments and sacred structures intricately carved out of a sandstone cliff, stretches of earthy colours are etched across its majestic breadth 

From Amman we had taken a shared taxi with another girl, passing by Madaba, known for its 6th-century mosaic map of the Holy Land in the Greek Orthodox Church of St. George. We also went to the biblical hill of Mount Nebo, which overlooks the Jordan Valley and the Dead Sea. Passed through the King’s Highway, stayed one night in Dana Eco Lodge before heading to Petra the next day. 

Mount nebo And from Amman to Dana we took like a day tour to madaba through the king’s road, karak castle then to dana (27jd each shared taxi)- 8.30am we reached at about 4pm.
From Dana we took a 2 buses through Ma’an to Petra- 3jd and 3jd
Petra to wadi rum – 2 hours or so, 7jd per pax shared taxi

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We met Maya from Australia. I learnt that 30% of Australians are Atheists. Wow, that’s a pretty high percentage. Interesting. 

We had bought the 2 day pass at Petra online, as part of the Jordan pass. Checked in to Valentine Inn, which was really near Petra. The shuttle bus took us there, but it’s walkable (we walked back after Petra by Night).
If I’m not wrong – I can’t remember if this came first, or the Siq – but the moment we entered there were many men on donkeys trying to sell us donkey rides e.g. Indiana Jones tour, etc trying to convince us we didn’t have time. 
After some huge drop in their prices, we somehow caved in and got on their donkeys which were to send us somewhere (we thought the entrance – but it wasn’t). 
^ losers who didnt walk. Booooo us
After we got off we were stupidly  fooled into tipping both the guy and the donkey. ‘$5 is for me, you also need to tip the donkey’ or something like that, he had said. Basically we stupidly tipped both him and the donkey. We fell for it like losers. Why? I dk why. I think we were too tired to argue or something HAHAHAHA but on hindsight er……. tip for the donkey too?? lol
we were also like ‘okay….. so the donkey ride DOESNT bring us all the way to the treasury…..’
too late
After passing the entrance, we had to walk through this long canyon. Took many photos along the way and we were like ‘man at this rate we’re never gonna reach THE highlight – the treasury’ and so we focused on the path

Petra was beautiful. I was so excited, I danced around with joy as we walked through the Siq (canyon). 


#milennials #camwhore #brb #selfies 

mosaic city

Pisa, Italy

yay! just another tourist posing the same thing as everyone else! woohoo! ‘look at me lift that tower!’

It was pretty cool to see the leaning tower of Pisa in real life. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect – i expected a leaning tower for sure, but well… it was tall and pretty grand and actually leaning for real, that was pretty cool and i smiled, amused

just the 1038931736198th tourist to do this 

‘damn, i feel so uncool and unoriginal, i thought i was unique as a snowflake BUT I CANT THINK OF A BETTER POSE TO DO HERE’

golden hour
This is the last post for my family trip. Thank you World Wide Web and Blogger for your infinite memory space and thank you for letting me leech on it. 
Incredibly blessed to be able to visit Europe with my family again. I know, I know! I am seriously privileged. This also marks the 10th year Papa brings us abroad on a plane on a family trip. It means a lot to me (other than the perks and joys of travelling) to be able to witness these sights with them. 
 Some things I took away from the family trip:
We saw many Bangladeshi workers in Italy, along the souvenir shops, the ones selling leather bags, some food, jewellery… I didn’t think much of this 2 years ago. Sister was buying shawls, however, when the shopkeeper asked where we’re from, and she asked him in return if he’s from Italy. Also, one shopkeeper said ‘terimah kasih’ after learning that we’re from Singapore, and another said it was a nice country and he had worked there for 14 years. 14 years! That’s a long time, we exclaimed. Yes, he said. And after 14 years all he got was a work permit.. But here in Italy he worked for 2 years and he got a citizenship. His family is here now, and the kids attend the school here. 
This anecdote is echoed by another salesperson of leather bags – now he’s opened his own shop. It makes me wonder if Singapore is a stepping stone to his goal here, or if this is the case for many others.
Citizenship makes such a big difference, I’ve come to realise. Now his family and himself gets free healthcare and free education, as an Italian. 


Wayna Picchu

Really happy and fortunate because I got tickets to WAYNA PICCHU!!!!
The maximum capacity to go up to Huayna Picchu is 400 people per day divided into two groups of 200 each one.

As one of the 400 people, I must say I’m honoured. – bows –

It was about another hour’s climb though, and I was soaked. Soaked, and my brain was hardly working I think, because all I could think of was mindlessly taking another step up, up… it was quite therapeutic though, that sort of zoned-out feeling.

Machu Picchu

After 5 days and endless steps I (finally!) reach Machu Picchu, one of the 7 wonders of the world, built during the Inca empire in 1450 – what will always come with the memory of this site will be the days of passing waterfalls, crossing streams and picking wild strawberries, accompanied by the rhythmic clacking of my hiking stick.
How many generations have these stones stood witness to over the decades? Times like this reminds me of the minuteness of our lifespan in the history of the world.

Salkantay Trek: 5d 4n


I love hiking,
I think it’s very clear and understandable why I love hiking, if one knows my personality
I picture myself walking with nature, a single bubble around myself
Walking with a purpose, a final endpoint
Yet granted with the luxury of Time for daydreaming,
punctuated by the occasional bouts of pain from a blister or a toenail to draw me back to reality
How therapeutic
I can picture my future self, stressed with the need to escape, and turning to this avenue for a breather
You are rewarded so long as you keep moving
I like that idea
(As long as I don’t let myself feel pressured by the imaginary expectations of others)


I woke up at 3am, snoozed till about 3,30am so I could gather at 4am, the meeting time. I clumsily pressed the stop button so my alarm would stop ringing; little did I know it’d be the last of it I’d see (for these few days). Strangely after I was done packing, with contacts only in one eye – the other is too sensitive at this time of the day – I realise I couldn’t find my phone, couldn’t find it anywhere either, not in my bag, not when I went back into the room, thrice. I wonder if it’s because I could see only from my right eye; it’s usually reliable. But i really couldn’t find it – the most likely suspect now is my backpack which I’ve kept in the storage room. Frankly, it does worry me quite a bit, weighing on me since morning. I tried to think what’s the most precious thing I have in it – in its broken state, what it holds of value is some of my photos (though I have more), and most importantly my notes, the ones recorded in my pure state. I hope I get it back. But if I don’t, here’s my past few days: (though it really won’t be the same)
– Puno – Arequipa – cusco
Love cusco and their integration with nature. Walking along the streets, seeing the inca ruins
Poignant reminder that these are real – history’s increasing relevance to me
Stones silently watching, unchanged, as generations after generations slide down the rocks
Pacha mama – ayewashca – coca leaves
San Pedro – it looks for you, not the other way round
Kintu –  3 coca leaves, prayings and offerings
Cerveza – offer first to pacha mama and parents that passed
Mountain sacrifices in the past
Elongated skulls to indicate royalty
President was japanese ???
The sound of the river stream rushing by
The silence of the valleys, of the hills
Coca leaves – something rooted in their tradition, yet threatened to be banned by international bodies that are the ones that deny it.

-Day 1 of Salkantay begins!!

The first day was alright – I don’t remember much (already), but we basically walked uphill a little, then flat. It was alright, easier than Batur.
Woke up at 3+, reached breakfast site perhaps 630++, had breakfast, started our hike at 8?
We reached the tent site at about 1+ or 2pm for lunch; lunch was delicious, had hot drinks and llama meat and avocado with meat in it, and mashed potato – satisfying indeed. After lunch some of us hiked up to the lagoon; about an hour to 1.5hrs up. Optional, I went because it was only 3pm and I was far too restless to let my day end like this; The day hike was surprisingly short. Did 6 hours really pass by?? Didn’t feel like it.
We stopped several times on the way, I thought my guide’s pacing was good, it was manageable. We were well rested. I realise I like hiking alone, with my own space, like a bubble. Just me walking relentlessly, my feet upon nature, with the grandeur of the mountains next to me, the sound of the running stream, my stick clacking in rhythm as I slowly ascend. Me and my head, me and my thoughts. It’s therapeutic.

I suppose what I like is simply blanking out and letting my mind wander. Maybe that’s why I like long bus rides where I can dawdle and do nothing.
By the time I got down, sat on the grass and chatted a little with the girls in my group, and came back it was about 6. Served popcorn and biscuits for tea break, then served dinner shortly after. Life is good.
I love sleeping in a tent. In a big, spacious comfy tent. I suppose I associate it with a bubble around my World. I can listen to the world outside, but I can reside happily, anonymously, in mine.
About 545pm – my first night of the salkantay trek ends.

I’m actually a little nervous about tomorrow’s 21km if I let myself think about it. The supposedly ‘hardest’ day. But then I think about Agung and I think, can it really be harder than that??? Batur and agung?? I still take Agung as one of the best things I’ve done in life.


I also had a thought last night: when I was showering I heard some knocking above me. Frankly, it scared me because it was dark, and the shower curtain was around me, reminding me of a movie scene. But later I asked myself, alright, what’s the worst that can happen, I shall just keep calm. After all, I’m alive, and no matter what that’s the most important – that I’m alive. In that sense I’m more afraid of humans now, I really am. It’s another mark of growth

Day 2: Supposedly 21kmThis was supposedly the toughest day of the trek.

It wasn’t, though. I was pretty nervous after reading the reviews, but.. the expectations I suppose, made it more manageable than i expected. The toughest part was the optional bit, where we could hike for another hour up to see a lake. Some people rested in their tents for that bit. It was, however, a gorgeous day.

Photos from days 2 / 3:

The lake!

Day 3


Sat on the roof of the truck and got scratches
— 345 took bus to hor springs
On the bus – they were playing all these music in the car
And we rolled along the side of the mountain
Pass waterfalls, pass streams
Everyone singing along
I thought, how do I freeze this moment?
I thought about how my trip was ending, I was down to my final few days in South America
When am I coming back? How do I feel this way again?
I know there’s many things that contribute to the way I feel that I can’t get back in the future
My age, my milestone
My first
My youth, my freedom
My lack of responsibilities
Could I really backpack Central America when I have a family? Central Asia? Africa? I had all these plans that I formulated in the lpst months
In 5 years’ time I would do a big trip, I decided
Already I have decided
Nicely planned, by then I’ll have finished my bond with a bonus to spare
5 years!!!!!!
And when I’m back I’ll cook my Singaporean dishes well, know how to formulate an app, desserts and calligraphy
I was so young, and I’m glad I’m actually so young–

Day 4
Night 3 we had a ‘party’ with inca tequilas and Latin American music
I woke up at 2am to the moanings coming from the tent next to mine. And erm. Jamie unzipping my sleeping bag and crawling into mine. I’ve heard stories of hostel sex and all, but this was quite a first – unabashed, almost. Amused, I tried to sleep, but was occasionally awaken by the noise. Eventually I fell asleep and morning came, and Jamie woke up surprised to find himself here.
Day 4 was lovely. And came so quick. Day 4 morning we had a birthday cake because it was Christina’s birthday. She had taken leave from her work to come on this trek, her 47th birthday gift. I think about the story Andre told us, about how the couple had climbed all the way up to the sun gate and the mum had a box with the ashes of her son. Machu Picchu is such a.. Special place, a sacred place, and one that holds such unique meanings to people, where people from all over the world come to possibly fulfill one of their dreams, to see the world-famous ancient ruins. It’s quite amazing, when one thinks about the number of tourists the stones have stood witness to. Inca trail requires booking more than 4 months in advance. Really.


Day 4 morning was zip lining. I went with another tour company – the one the trek was advertising seemed reliable m, with their equipments which they tout as of certified excellence, and costs 90 soles (~30usd) for 5 ziplines. Not sure how much I paid with Loki hostel. I reached my zipline site a little nervous, augmented by the fact that a nervous British girl was saying how this looked so disorganized and old compared to what she had in Costa Rica. After a short explanation the first lesson went down, then eventually me. See everytime I get so nervous i question myself – WTF am I doing and who is this person, why I am doing this, why – first zipline I put my left hand on top of the lock, then my right, and with a slight nudge I was off, swinging along a single cable, my legs dangling above the rocky stream below, along the valleys, I closed my eyes then I opened and stared in amazement then I closed again and then I opened again and I was there at the other end
Squealing with breathless excitement inside
I clambered upwards for my second zipline
The instructor grinned, that was good yes? Yes it was, mis primers vez, I said, beaming
Second one, I flew above the trees, the valleys
It felt awesome


Third one they called for ‘superman’ volunteers, so I did
I had to lean forward and tuck both legs between his
This time I couldn’t hold on to the cable, so that was scary
But this was of course the best
Because I was like a bird
Looking down on the view
Could flap my hands if I wanted
I suppose this is the closest I’ll be to skydiving
It felt really great, I can still remember the view
And then I reached the end

5 ziplines, drove back, drove to hydroelectric place, had lunch
Hiked 3 hours more to aguas calientes along the train tracks
I had read about this, I thought
It was a therapeutic walk, carrying my things and just walking nonstop on an almost flat plane
I liked that bit
Lunch at 1244pm
3 hours up
4 hours down today
Total = 7 hours
Came down at about 440
If you ask me, I would much rather lie in bed and think of you
So I get those feelings and tinglings
I wonder if you think of me as much as I think of you
It comes in random moments, but particularly when the music plays
I suppose with music the mood carries with it that tinge of infinity, freedom and fleetingness, all meshed into one ball that tickles the corners of my heart
It comes, the knowing that every moment that passes is my final moments in this place
I feel – should I say I feel terribly sad? I feel terribly sad, but not ‘terrible’ – I feel sorrowful, but not ‘sorrowful’ – I feel sad, but sad is not the word apt for it. I’m not quite ready to leave. I want to add that ‘but I am’, and I realise i really am not. I could stay a month more or two, or three, or four, I’m certain. There’s still so much I’ve yet to see. When I go back this chapter closes, and another of mine begins.

DAY 5:

Today was the hardest for me. It was steps, endless steps, and I couldn’t go up the steps relentlessly without stopping. That’s normal I know, but there’s a part of me that’s frustrated at myself, like why can the rest go up without stopping and I can’t? It makes me feel weak…….
Eli said it was considered a hard trek. I feel like I don’t know, because I have only done Agung to set the standard. I think in general it was alright, I could do tougher.
I counted 1645 steps

I was so excited when I saw this signTomorrow I would be seeing:

Other things and memories I love about the trek:

I like the flowers / I love the daffodils / I like the mountains / I love the rolling hills 🎵 I also like avoiding passing horses, grazing cows and the occasional mud-splashing truck with my (now) blistered feet. In harmony with Pachamama, soaking in the Andean history and philosophy





La Paz, Bolivia

Uyuni – La Paz

This. This is the city I found myself most lost. Almost pathetically lost, running around in circles.

Gosh, this. This stirs up memories, I even know where it’s taken from – that bridge. La Paz stirs up memories. Probably because the emotions are so intensified here, especially the times I ran home at night (3x up that slope, in this altitude I could barely run too). Also, I stayed here for 2 days longer than planned. All the times I got lost because my sense of direction is extremely bad (proven in this place) and the worst part is many people kept pointing me to different (wrong!!!) directions!! LOL

I learnt to ask twice – once Person #1, and 5 steps later Person #2, and at times even Person #3. Just Every. 10. Steps.

I had a map, but the map was honestly difficult because the streets were narrow and readily cut into one another. I think I have a copy, I’ll take a picture.


Bolivia… My geographical imagination of the streets was quite a blank canvas. So in the village there were about 20 families that lived there; the rather dusty doors and little stone houses. In the city of Uyuni I saw more Bolivians – them with their hats and puffy skirts. So adorable? Hahah it’s just so distinct a culture that I couldn’t help liking them for not blending into the globalised clothings in the world. (the tourist desire to seek out ‘authenticity’) them selling fruits, sitting at a corner with the hats. They have a distinctive look I think. (Other-ing)

A Cholita crosses the street; their bowler hats and puffy skirts are a common sight in La Paz. After bombing questions to every English-speaking shopkeeper/ random local I meet, I gather that the Cholitas are the indigenous people who lived in the highlands. Some migrate to the city for work, bringing along their traditional outfits.
Interestingly, the girl I talked to today while eating my 1usd fruit salad had an ex-boyfriend from Singapore – they met through Facebook for their common interest in k-pop. 😱 Reminds me of the morning I heard oppa gangnam style on the Bolivian radio. Need to stop being surprised at how connected the world is.


Bolivia has been breathtakingly beautiful though. In my 3 days from San Pedro to Uyuni, I’ve never been surrounded by so much beauty. It’s incredible, and I feel myself gape in awe at the kind of nature that this part of the world offers, that Singapore just doesn’t. It’s sad that it’s such a poor country, when they have such magnificent views (sad because? I don’t know? Happy I suppose, because it draws in tourism. Or maybe I think, beautiful nature = beautiful prosperous society, paralleled; the beautiful nature I see here isn’t quite on the same terms with what I know about this society, where children are allowed (want to?) work from the age of 10.)
I guess I have reached the second-most-feared part of my trip (first was Brazil and its reputed dangers); here in addition to my fears of getting mugged it is the transport. I have this impression (unverified) that bus crashes are not uncommon. Last night we took the bus from Uyuni to La paz, and before Natalie and I left Josephine was talking about how people have been advised not to take the bus at night, reported bus muggings, etc etc.. Which wasn’t helpful seeing it was prior to our ride. On the bus I stuffed my phones into my money belt and tried to picture how it’d be if a mass robbery was carried out. Maybe I’ll hand over my camera, but take out my sd card. Damn, the pictures in my laptop…
The bus ride (Uyuni – La Paz) was bumpy, it wasn’t as comfy as the ones in Brazil, Chile and Argentina for sure. I didn’t sleep as well as I did for the rest – in fact I’m pretty sure I didn’t sleep for half the ride. When the doors opened for another passenger there was a part of me that wondered if it was a robbery attempt (zzz, hate these paranoid thoughts) and finally we reached Lima at about 5.30am.
Pretty early! 8pm – 530am, I thought we were scheduled to reach at about 6. Am honestly surprised that it’s early, considering it’s Latin America. I would like to think that these stories are but stories, and I would not like to further reinforce notions of ‘danger’ in travelling South America, but I guess it wasn’t a comfy ride because of these conceptions that I had. Also, the bus was pretty bumpy and we swayed from side to side at some points at the start; for several brief moments I did wonder if the bus might topple. There was a loud hiss and some smell of burning, I exchanged glances with Natalie and looked around at the locals, but they were unalarmed; it turned out to be the radiator. This hissing and mild burning smell.


It is at these points that I am reminded once again of the vulnerability of my life, and how a single second, a single moment can make a life-changing impact. I could be alive in this minute, and not in the next. So I guess I do feel (as I did before the trip, during the trip and hopefully after the trip) that I do love life, I want to be alive!


la paz and its steeply sloping streets

in fact, it’s so steep i saw a driver take out a piece of brick, placing it at the back of his wheel, much like a door-stopper, to prevent the car from rolling back

and in this altitude, with the ladies carrying the large pink bags that they do behind their backs, they must be pretty fit indeed

La paz grows on you. Amidst the chaos there is beauty. Allow yourself to get lost in the maze of the streets. At night, the city glitters in the distance on the hills. On my first day I was paranoid and wary (carrying conceptions shaped by online stories and lonely planet), but by now I comfortably stroll through the (slanted) streets. Is it just me, or are Bolivian drivers especially giggly?



Sometimes I ask locals if it’s dangerous to walk home now at x time (usually 7pm or so). Most say no, no es tranquilo, but sometimes one out of 3 or 4 may say yes, es peligroso with a somber / sheepish look. It makes me feel a little wtf as I nervously run home.

Spotted: a Bolivian wedding!

mi amigo de israel


look at that clustered cityscape

witches’ market

we had fun gaping at llama bones


:O :O



cutie bolivian boy

i asked for photography permission – that’s him posing! muy adorableeee

and yet!!! there’s something pretty Chinese about him, no??? there’s some historical connection in our descent, is it???



they look like spells in a bottle

the night and the glittering city






Look at that adorable baby peeking out from the ‘sack’. It’s not an uncommon sight, I wanted so badly to buy that cloth (i got a small version) imagine carrying things everywhere with that! sigh. I would stand out in Singapore.

wow so korean fashion is keen over here as well?

After a day in La Paz… i think it’s quite a crazy city, especially when driving towards the airport, and reinforced when we flew over the city. All these buildings squeezed together that emerged from the mountainous regions. Damn, humans are amazing in that sense. You know, popping up whenever possible. Adapting accordingly I suppose. I drew an odd allusion to the tenacity of grass; at night and in the day, there’s these favela-looking housing stretched across the entire cityscape. On the flight I thought, we are SO small and insignificant when you fly over these thousands of housings like this. There’s just so many people in this world.
Even in Rurrenabaque, a town i thought insignificant, has 2.2 million inhabitants. In the millions. Yes, these are obvious facts but I can’t help musing about them…
We didn’t land on a ‘grass patch’, like i saw some descriptions on other blogs. It was a concrete pathway surrounded by grass by the side, but it was okay, expected i suppose.
Last night with Natalie and Israeli guy – we sat talking, somehow the conversation turned to politics and i was listening / nodding (partially because i do not know enough about Israeli politics / army, the issue / history with Jerusalem and the whole Gaza strip thing
Ugh!! really annoyed at my ignorance, really really really because i feel like i missed the chance to ask more about their opinions and points of view and negotiate my stand which i did not have. SIGH I guess i will read up after this)
and then a British guy made some strange noise, and Israeli guy asks what’s up, and British guy says ‘I don’t agree, actually,’ and then he says something about what Israel should do and Israeli guy says some other thing and there’s this discussion / debate and while I emerged from it (awkward bystander) a little more knowledgeable about the whole issue, i do not know enough to form an OPINION 😦 to analyze the arguments of both parties (which is important to me!!!)
in any case, the ‘discussion’ ended with UK guy saying ‘we could go on about this all day, but i have to go for dinner’ and he left
and the atmosphere was a little weird
and at one point Israeli guy said ‘they look at me like i’m a murderer, you know’ and it made me think about nationality – how you carry that with you even when you’re abroad, you become a ‘representative’ of your country, including their policies and decisions
in some ways it’s a difficult position
because you might not agree with your government, but to have other nationalities lambast your country isn’t a good feeling – because you agree, but then there’s that element of national pride? i think? and also because it’s a fine line, them having to serve the army (compulsory), it’s like they have to defend their own (state-dictated) actions
i don’t know, i don’t know
i’m just thinking if i were of this nationality, i would be annoyed that i, the traveler, receive questions regarding my nation
like i cant escape it, i have to carry that part with me
(depends of course on the people you meet etc but from what i gather, it seems like questions about it emerge and if i were them, i would be tired (but as a traveller i would too, ask)


Today –
Meant to go for walking tour but was suddenly hit with an immense wave of nausea. Why? Is it the altitude sickness? Or stomach issues? I’m really not too sure. I had to sit down for awhile. I had waited for the walking tour for quite awhile; you gathered at about 2 (I arrived 10 minutes earlier), had to wait about 15 more minutes for more to gather, and another 5-10 hearing this guy talk about his walking tour tomorrowregarding the jail. Note to self: read the book. It was pretty interesting. Then when we were to finally set off, I felt so terrible I had to sit down. Tried walking one street with the group but I just couldn’t, I had to sit down more than anything else. Why? Is it because of the altitude difference between rurrenabaque and here? I don’t know. Sigh. I wish I could say something substantial came out of that time – I suppose I for my fake north face jacket (for Machu Picchu) at a pretty decent price (130 bolivianos ~ 19usd; other shops along the touristy streets were pricing them at 200 at least on) but more walking, the tour and bus and that was all. I decided to skip the teleferico because I’ve done far too many cable cars across cities. I suppose la paz was different but it just wasn’t different enough. At this point I also regret death road, because I should really have used the money for paragliding instead. Sigh!!!
Well when I was walking around this morning I chanced upon a fruit place which was lovely. The fruit salad was only 7 bolivianos (1usd) and the queue was long, with locals. I stood around eating from the bowl. The lady started talking to me, askin me where I’m from and upon knowing I’m heading to Copacabana, told me her son was a tour guide there. She wanted to give me his name and number, and tapped another girl to ask for bibliographia. The girl obliged. I realise she spoke English, so I chatted with her for awhile, asking her my questions surrounding Bolivia. Turns out she had a Singaprean (ex)boyfriend(????) whom she met through Facebook, because of their common interest that is Kpop. Really???? Wooow. How connected the world is. Who is this 19 year old boy, I’m truly curious!

This morning I also headed to the optician, wondering if I should make my spectacles here. Could be cheaper after all. But I didn’t know my degree – I realised these shops did not have the machines like we did in Singapore, you had to consult a ‘doctor’ at another shop (and pay) to get a transcription for your eyes, before going to the spectacles shop. I take too much for granted the convenience of Singapore
Estoy cansada!! Mas importante aspects are done! Todo bien, todo bien. Buenas noches!!

bus in Bolivia!