Bolivia is weird. Everything about this land-locked country in the heart of the continent is out of the ordinary. Reminiscent of the surreal inventions of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, it’s the kind of place where you start taking the strangest things for granted.
The minute you arrive in La Paz, you realize this is no humdrum conventional city. The airport, at over 4000 m above sea level, is the highest in the world. So high, in fact, that incoming flights almost have to ascend to land. The capital is one giant street market, where indigenous women in bowler hats and voluminous skirts will sell you everything you could possibly need – from a pair of designer jeans of questionable authenticity to a dried llama foetus. These grotesque objects are burned and used along with incense, bits of wool, grease and coca leaves in white magic ceremonies and to rid houses of evil spirits.