Walking in El Alto, especially the Ceja (or eyebrow), almost always brings amusement. I swear, these people have never seen a blonde person in their life. Minutes ago, I passed a group of teenage looking guys, and one of them nudged his friends to look at me. They stared, and stared, and stared, and then laughed and laughed and laughed (really, this is a pretty daily routine walking through the Ceja). Then, they attempted to pelt me with about 10 water balloons (also pretty ordinary for Carnival season). None of the balloons hit me. I almost started to laugh, being they couldn't hit me from 15 feet away. Instead, I told them they should try using their feet next time. Then I laughed.
Carnaval 2006
so far, no hits on me. count may rise exponentially in this next week.
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2 comments:
How many balloon hits?
so when is that day of reckoning for your and wes?
best of luck
scott
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