Christmas in Lapaz – What to do, where to go?

Arriving in Lapaz for Christmas means one thing for a tourist – A whole lot of drinking.

Where to start? Oliver’s
Which is actually an English pub always filled with travellers of all sorts and atmosphere.

Gemma and T, entering Oliver’s Christmas evening, sober, observing the spectacle around them. Out was social etiquette. In was a whole lot of different people making out, grinding on each other, eating feet, breaking glass picture frames, flashing, and someone having had a mullet haircut done on the balcony.

T, completely sober – ‘Its like entering the twilight zone!’

Gemma, quietly, eyes twinkling – ‘We’re going to have so much to gossip about tomorrow!’

To be fair, it was Christmas..

Where to next? The Blue room.
It may have been due to the silly season, but it’s never a good thing when your crowd is larger than the party. We were the only patrons in the joint. Bonus is that you are always guaranteed to be served first at the bar.

Next stop – Mongoes.
I love Mongoes! Mongoes is a house to bar conversion located in what seems to be a quiet residential area, complete with fire-place, large entertainment room converted into bar dj dance area, dining room for drinking parties who want to chat over candlelit tables, and sanded wooden floors throughout. This place was always packed with tourist from around the world but mainly Brazil and Argentina.(on the couple of nights I visited)

Possible downside? Mongoes does suffer from ‘too many dicks on the dance floor’ syndrome.

Hetal to T at 3am in the morning – ‘Lets go somewhere else’

T, bewildered – ‘Why?!’

Hetal, logically – ‘The ratio of men to women is 10 to 1’

T – ‘Fair enough’

To the final stop – Route 36.
You hear the whispers of a bar in Bolivia where they offer you a line of coke with your beer… well this was it! Anything goes in this bar. What you would normally see someone being kicked out of a venue and charged for was totally acceptable, even expected in this club. Only in Bolivia… and most underground scenes in the world. The club moves around every 12 hours and is never in the same location twice.

We stepped out of the club like vampires into the daylight.

Conclusion – Christmas in South America was like the usual Saturday night out in Sydney, only much less expensive.