Stopping in Sucre for a while has lead to me leading something much closer to a ´normal´ life. I have my own apartment with a kitchen and big TV, I´m in a regular routine – working and going to Spanish school – and I have a regular little group of friends (I´m even going to watch all the local football team´s home games). Another side effect of this is that rather than hanging just around gringo bars and hostels, I´m also getting invited to the occasional party and meal with Bolivian friends.

These parties, more often than not, end up with a bit of a dance. Not being too shy (and usually by the time the dancing starts having drunk a little), I seem to be the ´good-sport´ gringo mug that gets pushed forward and ends up jumping around with my hand in the air. This inevitably leads to some slightly embarrassing photos. Here they are…

Bringing a bit of cockney knees up to the proceedings...

Hands in the air crew...

Where it always starts...