
This is most likely me after a full year in Bolivia. Mind you, this is 9 AM on a Monday. Dig the sandals though.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce you to chicha. A fermented corn alcohol (originally done through mastication and saliva) that tastes something like sweet corn beer. It´s potent and fairly delicious. Certainly the national drink of the country and something that Cochabambinos take quite seriously.

Chicharron. It´s pig, grease and potato. Surprisingly delicious but outrageously umm...the presentation isn´t the best.

These are chicken heads sold in La Cancha, Cochabamba´s seriously oversized market. The market itself is a good 50*20 in city blocks. There you can find any good imaginable from toothpaste to cakes to monkeys to cow snout. Oh and it´s packed with people at all times. Not to mention the constant blaring of car horns and yells from various venders. It´s something like I would imagine the entire country of Bangladesh to be like.

Caitlin sipping Chicha from the communal bowl. Helped wash down the pig intestines.
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