Which made it even easier to do multiple double takes seeing people that look just like known and unknown urban and rez natives. This country has the highest percentage of indigenous people and it is incredible how much some people here look so familiar. Especially the girls in the oversized sweatshirts and baseball caps in the market that looked just like they could be going from Pow Wow vendor to Pow Wow vendor looking for the perfect earrings.
This morning I felt out of it, the thought of eating food other than the watermelon at the hostel made me feel worse. Still I set out to the thermal baths with Ida, thinking of the healing properties of natural hot springs. The thermals were not quite what we expected with the music playing and the big pools of people playing around, but there were also private closed bath areas so I spent hours soaking (naked - in my out-of-it sick state I forgot both underwear to change out of from my bathingsuit and a towel, and I thought I might as well take advantage of the privacy of the bath... I think being sick brings out too many details, I digress) in the hot water listening to stories about finland, so happy that Ida was just letting me listen so I didn´t have to muster up too much brain power. I did tell her how incredibly fun the MECHA costume parties are and described everyones costume interpretation of the themes. The bus ride back was okay, but by the time I was walking to get 7up and juice and heading back to the hostel I must have looked like something out of the living dead. I was really afraid that out of Carnaval tradition I would be pegged down by some water balloons and not be able to get back up.
It is time again to share the computer with another hosteller, I have a bus ticket for 7.30 tomorrow morning and hope I can carry my pack by then. Then I am off to Oruro where the real waterballoon action is at.
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