The official title belongs to Sucre, the stunning white colonial city where independence was declared back in 1825. La Paz is actually only a de facto capital despite having the most important government buildings and ministries. It is, therefore, not the highest capital in the world either.
According to indigenous beliefs, animals should be buried under buildings to appease pachamama (mother nature) in return for her blessings. Smaller houses just have modest little llama fetuses underneath, though bigger projects require the sacrifice of a live alpaca or, if you believe urban legend, a human.
The big bus station in the center of tower is actually an Eiffel, as is the Museum of Contemporary Art. Although they may not be as grandiose as the big tower in Paris, they were designed by the same famous architect.
Clubs and pubs legally have to close at 3:00 am. Those that don’t are simply just paying off the cops to keep the drinks flowing and the money coming in. After about 11 pm, most of the city is eerily quiet – a welcome contrast to the hustle and bustle of the day.
At just over 3,300 meters, the La Paz Golf Club is the highest tournament standard course in the world. Fun fact: The air is so thin up here that players can actually drive noticeably further than at sea level. It’s also got a cool psychedelic moon hole and is surrounded by towering snow-capped mountains.
It started some 15 years ago as a way for abused women to vent their frustrations and form a supportive network of friends. These days, the feisty cholitas beating down on their male counterparts is symbolic of woman finding the strength to fight back against their abusers.
At least during Alasitas, anyway. This quirky festival for a month in January sees thousands of people descend on a special market to buy tiny little miniatures of the things they want in the upcoming year. If blessed by a local priest and an indigenous witch doctor, these desires are said to become reality.
A lot of the used clothing that gets donated to charity in the USA ends up in third world countries like Bolivia. Some of these thrown out garments are almost brand new designer goods. The best place to search for such bargains is the El Alto Market on Thursday and Sundays. Though be warned, patience is definitely a virtue.
They go by the depressingly symbolic name of the Elephant Cemetery. Although strictly illegal, many of these clandestine lodgings exist around the city, offering little more than a dirty mattress and some pure alcohol for the wretched to live out their final days.
At least the one on the House of Congress does. The massive public timepiece which overlooks the city’s most important public plaza was configured to run backwards in order to pay homage to Bolivia’s indigenous heritage and help the people get back to their pre-colonial roots. Or something along those lines, anyway.
It’s also the highest at its peak in El Alto. What’s more, construction is underway to add another 10 miles (16 km) to the system which will make it the longest by a massive margin. Not bad for a developing country in the middle of South America.
Known locally as entradas, every neighborhood in the city has at least one, if not more. Don’t be surprised to see a colorful group of traditionally dressed dancers and boisterous musicians blocking the streets with their festivities at any time of the year.
Immortalized by Rusty Young’s novel Marching Powder, San Pedro Prison is reportedly home to cocaine labs that produce some of the finest gear in the country. Inside, children live with their families, leaving only to go to school in the mornings. Crazier still, tourists used to be able to visit on guided tours and party the night away in jail.
Okay, maybe just people dressed up in Zebra costumes. They do a really good job though and are a much loved presence in the city.