La Paz

My Article For Bolivian Express

La Paz somewhat ironically translates to Peace. From the Gringos who arrive in the city to get their share of the party capital of South America (and this 'party Capital' circulates far beyond the confines of the mythical Route 36) and the peak of Mt. Illimani - this is a city that is high on life, and one that rarely stops for a moment of peace. I had been warned about getting sick while adjusting to the altitude during my first few days in La Paz. After a month living in Sopocachi I was still wandering around in a permanent state of light-headed dreaminess. The city had me enchanted.

I was in La Paz as an intern for a magazine named Bolivian Express. I was 19 years old, had just finished my first year at university, and feeling incredibly

grown up and yet illimitably restless. During my time with Bolivian Express, I took photography lessons with a man called Gato, I conducted interviews in nightclubs, I enjoyed a dinner party with suburban mums, I drank wine at a Jazz festival, I spoke Spanish (or tried to).


Read my article on Andean microeconomies here: http://www.bolivianexpress.org/blog/posts/pasanaku-saving-with-the-heart