I try to embrace the good and the bad when traveling, you come to expect it. This philosophy was certainly put to the test in La Paz. I was unlucky enough to have my drink spiked on Boxing Day resulting in my being whisked off to hospital and placed on a drip and pumped with diuretics for the night and the whole of the following day. It was pretty frightening, particularly as none of the staff spoke English - thank goodness my doctor was the only one who did! The up side was that my wonderful friends stayed by my side and once we knew I’d be ok we were all able to laugh at the retro muumuu they’d put me in. It was an experience to say the least, perhaps not the most fashionable!
