The Long Road To La Paz

Disorganised chaos, these guys don´t have a clue
We´ve been sat here an hour and no-one knows what to do
The last half hour has been musical chairs
Faces filled with confusion, a blanket of stares
It seems that some dozy twat is in the wrong seat
And after blabbering in Spanish he´s finally got to his feet
But there´s still no movement on this stone aged machine
And flicking through the lonely planet I now know what they mean
It takes me back to Asia all this palava on the bus
It not that fucking tricky I don´t understand the fuss
The thing is half empty just grab another spot
It´s hardly rocket science they´re just a fucking simple lot
So eventually we´re off on this 20 hour trip
And from the bumps in the road there´ll be no chance of kip
Now the numpty in front has thrown back his chair
And my nose is 3 inches from his clearly unwashed hair
I fucking hate these buses, it´s gonna be a long night
But for 3 quid fifty I can hardly start a fight
So i´ll wind my neck in and stop whinging away
And in 20 hours time all will again be OK.

La Paz - Arrival

A chaotic abyss splattered with construction
The Bolivian mecca if you´re seeking destruction
After hours of nothing on a shitty old bus
You start to wonder why they make such a fuss
It comes out of nowhere and you look down to the right
And what meets you below is an incredible sight
Like a ship being dragged into the eye of the storm
As you wind your way in the city starts to form
From above it´s like a black sky littered with stars
The world´s highest city could be somewhere on mars
This comic book place comes to life on the street
But you have to be wary and sure on your feet
The shopfront glistens with women in traditional dress
Their stalls awash with colour designed to impress
As the sun goes to sleep the shadows emerge
To feast on the tourists all so eager to splurge
But although the scent of danger is never far from the nose
It´s part and parcel of La Paz and it keeps you on your toes