14/02/2012

The three irish girls I met last night Left this morning so joined them to the bus terminal to book my bus to Cochabamba. It's always much cheaper to do it this way than to book through an agency or hostel. This meant I had the whole day to kill in town, it would have been nice to sleep before the journey as I know it is going to be god awful with bumpy roads but the hostel wouldn't let me nap in a bed for a reduced price I was willing to pay, instead I bought some sleeping pills at the pharmacy down the road.
Three British girls from Birmingham checked into the hostel when I was checking out; it was fairly obvious that they were new to backpacking south America as they complained about a little bit of hair in the shower; aren't they in for a treat, this hostel is one of the cleanest ones I have stayed in. All of the girls did not speak a word of Spanish and they had that amazing attribute where when someone didn't understand English they would just shout louder. Errggg.
they backpacked with a metal mesh protecting their bags and one of them had forgotten her padlock code, asking the receptionist brutally for a bolt cutter I was here to save to day using the broken Spanish I know and the skill of cracking the code of her lock, it took a mere 30 seconds to open it and after I had to assure the girl I don't rob people for a living.
I returned to the woman at the market selling the delicious curry i had for lunch a couple of days ago and picked up some munchies for the bus trip.
I've been thinking a lot about what I'm going to say to Chantal when I see her in Montreal in 3 weeks, she really hurt me by sleeping with her ex and getting back together with him. I had changed all my plans of traveling around south America to return to Canada to see her in hopes to continue things work where we left off. I had plans to take her out to a cabin outside trois riviers that a friend of mine runs but unfortunately nothing can happen now, I only mention this because it is valentines day and I do truly miss her but all I can do is try and forget about her.
Happy fucking valentines day! - as I write this on the bus on my way to Cochabamba sitting next to a Bolivian guy with bad B.O, oh how fun!