La Paz is a crazy city, to say the least. There are rows and rows and tiers and tiers of brick houses. Stay dogs run everywhere, and the drivers are crazy, of course. When I arrive its totally foggy, and I can´t see most of the city. But the next day, the city smacks me in the face with its epicness. Its situated in a bowl-like valley that stretches for a vast expanse.
The downtown area is a crazy commotion of packed vans, old schoolbuses packed to the brim with people, and street vendors everywhere. My dad says he thinks the vendors outnumber the buyers, and I can certainly see that. Hundreds and thousands of people have their little areas staked out, they cram more stuff into small areas than I thought humanly possible. Imagine the LA fashion district times about 10 in size, and about 20 in people. Hectic crowds navigate the nooks and crannies of vendors, each taking up no more than two square meters of space.
Crossing streets is crazy...whenever they can, hordes of people weave past exhaust pipes and in front of revving grills and frantically beeping taxis. On larger streets, the people on the other side were usually born there, its so difficult to get across.
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