La Paz

The bus ride here wasn't smooth. The road was dirt track for about 6 hours, and sleeping wasn't really possible, but eventually the fumes we breathed in while waiting for the bus kicked in and we slept until we woke up to the roar of another crazy city, Bolivias capital.
On first sight we though it was a standard South American city, thousands of minibus taxis, screaming men children and women, rubbish piled up in the street, horns beeping insanely etc.........until the bus pulled round a corner and below us in a gigantic mountain valley was La Paz. Sprawled out infront of a stunning backdrop of 6500 meter high snow covered mountains, it looked incredible as the sun was rising. The cliffs of the valley are huge, but every piece of land is built on. From the cobbled streets packed arse to elbow with market stalls selling dead llama feotus' you look up and see the city stretching out above you, houses and flats literally hang over the edge of the cliffs.
It's difficult to breathe so high up, especially when the city is full of hills, but you can't help but feel alive here. Bolivia is easily ranking so far as my favourite country.
Sorry - no pictures, it's impossible to capture. No even worth trying. I looked on Google to see if anyone had managed to take a photo that came anywhere near to what it looks like, and as yet, nobody has managed.