Yesterday my son arrived back from Bolivia, all in one piece albeit a bit beardy. I think if I'd known what he and his girlfriend had got up to out there, I'd have been having a nervous breakdown but as it's all over now and they are fine there is no point in freaking out! They went on the 'most dangerous road in the world' in a taxi..even the photo above makes my stomach churn; they had a lit stick of dynamite thrown at them during a street riot - it blew my son's hat off; they went into the jungle in the dead of night and saw crocodiles - and these are only the tales I've heard so far. Think I might need a stiff drink before hearing the rest.....
He brought me a lovely little necklace, handmade by natives - I absolutely adore this and wish I could work out how it was done in order to make a few of my own! Give me time.....
And a cute little hand embroidered purse - the character of the alpacas caught in these tiny little masterpieces is amazing. I know they probably churn them out for tourists, but I can appreciate the skill involved.
As for me......potato No.77 beckons - there must be an easier way of making a living.......
