La casa Reggae

Well, there is a town, surrounded by mountains (again); there is a road which goes there from La Paz (if a road can be scary, well, it is this one); there is a street and at the end of the street there is a twisted piece of wood with the name of the hostel drawn....
In la Casa Reggae we found travellers; we might have been travelling, for a while; well, they are real travellers. We found one, a dude from Italy, he has been travelling by himself for more than one year around SouthAmerica, Patrick. He could be a finn (by his look) but no he isn't. There is a girl, from Czech Republic, she's been travelling and living around Asia, New Zealand, SouthAmerica for more than 6 years, now almost time for Elise to go back, but still a while to go. And there is a man from where else, Barcelona, Javier, who has been moving around for many many many years... So the idiotas get there and get impressed by all that. Afterwards, for three days (if I remember well), they spend time with this little family (completed with Alejandro, the argentinian who currently tries to take care of the hostel, Negro the dog, some children, two pigs and, yes, lots and lots of flies, fleas, mosquitos and a big black spider).

Things done there (basically): read, sleep, eat, smoke, drink, talk, rest, watch anything. Personally, my main activity was trying to fix a bed which was built from cheap pieces of wood that fell down every time I moved more than 3-4 centimeters. Didn t do it for fun but because I had to sleep there.
Despite the fleas and the bed the time was reggaeingly good; now back to La Paz, on the way to south.

Sergio, La Paz

PS; the name of the place is Sorata, by the way. Hope that La Casa Reggae will get better but seems that the owner doesn´t give a damn so I wouldn t reccomend to go there. Soon Alejandro is planning to start a new place, go find him there, it s a little town...