There is a key on my keyboard labelled “Turbo”. I want to press it but I’m afraid that if I do, the computer will go really fast and catch fire or something. Just like the train! Although that wasn’t very fast.

I’m sitting in an internet place in La Paz, Bolivia. Just worked out that my meal cost £2! And there is a couple sat next to me chatting to about nine people, and they seem to be laughing a lot, it’s quite funny. I think they’re messing about, it’s great. They watched a cartoon where someone’s tongue got cut in half, so I think they have good taste. I have ordered myself Hanne Hukkelberg’s album, Little Things, which will be waiting for me when I get back (hooray!) and I keep pressing the insert key and typing over stuff I’ve already written.

Missing home again. The food in Bolivia is nicer, so I’m pleased. I had a burger and chips, and Sarah had the biggest and best slice of cake in the world, for only 45p! I’ve worked out how to make my phone do currency conversions, so I’m finding out how much everything costs. It’s quite humbling, really.

A group of schoolkids went past us on the street this afternoon, and one of them said, “Hola” (to which I replied the same). It’s nice to feel welcome, some people don’t like tourists (and fair enough, to be honest, we’re nosy bastards).

Oh crap! Just pressed the turbo button by accident: it’s just next to the shift button. All seems fine so far…

Think I’ll finish now anyway. Oh, before I go, has anyone else noticed how crappily I’m writing of late? Might blame that on the keyboard, but I noticed I’d put “dancer’s” a while ago when I was trying to put the plural. It’s quite embarrasing.