Frontera hasta La Paz

A long day it was to cross borders into Bolivia... a bus, a van, another bus, a boat, that bus, a walk, a taxi... Never assume you know what is to come, always keep a spare few coins and short bills for the travel. And keep safe. A friend was robbed first few minutes in La Paz, hurray, a classic game of 'I took a wrong cab at the wrong time and place'...

MAS posters and grafiti all about... yet in a gringo oh so gringo hostel. A contrast I cant even begin to describe...

Remember that consolidations come from struggles, that are waged far afield from the resulted stays... Kataristas and comunistas and capitalistas all pull the centering state apart...

Defend it with the paid flag wavers¿

Sure MAS will be reelected.

But what is to come¿

What can they do, if a liberal twist remains in the unwillingness or inability to truly decapacitate and decapitate the oligarchy¿

Call it 'revolution', call it 'patria o muerte', invoke the ghosts of el Che all that you want....

no GueMing, no cutting necks, no truly systematic change... and that, even for only a possible gneeration...

for old Bolsheviks were buried in the 30's.

and we now look onto a whole new century.

what is to come¿

what is to be done¿