If you haven't met Inca John yet, he is the small bear friend of my friend Liz. He is a very well-traveled bear, who was knitted into existence by the ladies of her church before her first trip to Bolivia. Since then, he has gone all kinds of places with all kinds of people. I think I was as excited to get to bring John along on the trip as I was to take the trip itself. He's a really fun bear.
We got cheap flights, but the first one was out of Edinburgh. So we MegaBused it down. These are never the most comfortable trips, but since the bus wasn't too full, it was okay.
Once we got to the airport, we had a wee bit of a wait. But we watched the planes taking off, and the sunset, and just hung out, enjoying each others' company.
We had a bit of trouble with our hostel... besides the fact that it was very humid and stinky and there was black mold growing on the walls, it took forever to get checked in. And it was a 20-bed all-girl dorm. And the girls were young drunks. Young, LOUD drunks. Poor John. He was a gentleman, though.
We did some shopping, although I occasionally wasn't sure what was being sold...
We did find a 'favourite spot', where we sat and enjoyed coffee. More than once. It was gorgous weather, and a gorgeous spot on the river. Oh, and the mocha was gorgous, too.
All in all, we had a great time. John even got some new digs-- an Ireland hoodie, a U2 concert badge, a shamrock briefcase, and some boots-- because Bono said to 'get on your boots'. As for the concert... well, that deserves a post all it's own.