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Adventuras en Coroica

Today we embarked on a journey around the town near our hostel. We ran into many kind locals—Enrique (who introduced us to a man that he insisted was called Pablo but was actually called Juan), Ulysses, a seven year old boy with superb portrait skills that drew the three of us in all our attire, two women who were knitting and allowed us to take a photo with them. We attempted to bargain for coca leaves, and got some (possibly) rotten ones for free. We had lunch at a restaurant called Los Angeles which served us Sopa (con papas fritas) y Segundo (se llama pique macho).