¡Chau Cochabamba!

The seasons are changing in Cochabamba, which means the weather is exactly the same and everybody talks about how it's so cold at night during the fall. Then we explain to them about how we live on the tundra and only have three hours of light during the winter, and they stop complaining. The change in seasons also means that it's time for these wanderers to start wandering again, so off we go to Brasil. The pictures below are what Leah managed to take today before she remembered how embarassing it can be to walk around a city with your camera out, gawking at everything. Some plazes, some vendors, and a little from the Cancha, the enormous market by the train station, as well as two photos from our going away party. Hopefully they're enough to get a sense of what Cochabamba is like.

Near our house: the very lush, very pretty Plaza Colon. A favourite hangout of Argentine jugglers/drug dealers and Bolivian couples eating ice cream.

Our despedida. Adios amigos!

Pique Machu is like Bolivian poutine, only without cheese and with slices of hot peppers. Goes well with a cerveza or three.