Super Soakers the size of howitzers, endless of supplies of water ballons and cans of high velocity, eye stinging foam.
This is what awaited us as entered the city around 9:00am, squinty eyed from a long ride bus from Laz Paz. We were unarmed and defenseless, naive to the army of battled hardend bolvian children armed to the teeth awaiting us unsuspecting gingros.
As we made our way from the edge of the city to the center where the Carnival celebrations were taking place I noticed an increasing amount of street vendors hocking ponchos. A couple here and there, then more and more. I´m no econmist but I know a little something about supply and demand.
I was seeing an increasing amoung of supply, which, if one is to have any faith in the invisable hand, gave me a Carnival sized clue that there was a high demand to correspond this huge supply. Considering the amount of ponchos being sold and bought, this led me to think there is going to be a shit ton of water being sprayed on all those ponchos.
I couldn´t pull my 5 bolivianos fast enough to purchase one of this fine peices of product. Placed in my reserved for when i need we contine our march into the urban battle field of Oruro Central.
Blocks down I began to spot the young H20 armed guerillas at every street corner.
I turn to my small platoon of gingos, sencing danger blocks ahead "Guys, we need to get armed, we are about to get fucked".
[Tune in next internet cafe session to Carnival Part 2]