Koalas in Bolivia?
But I was wrong. On one count, at least. Sure, the hostal was full of travellers, with a DVD library of American blockbusters and a fair few Australians, but, to my surprise, it was Bolivian-owned and staffed entirely by locals.
Why the name? “Because,” explained the receptionist, “the miners here are famed for chewing coca leaves. Just as koalas chew eucalyptus.”
Ah ha. Proof that you should never jump to conclusions.
In fairness, it turned out to be a very sweet place: cheap and friendly. The Aussies were ok too.
I’m only kidding. Aussie travellers are always fun. I’m not avoiding other travellers because I don’t like them, I just hate being trapped in bubble, which is how it can feel in many of the hostels out here. There are less travel networkers in Bolivia and I am struggling to get off the gringo trail.
Here’s hoping I’ll have more luck in Sucre, the nation’s capital, where I’ll be meeting a Couchsurfer called Laura. Her profile pics is nothing more than a rather seductive pair of lips, so I’m rather intrigued…
