Now my hands stink

Seriously, Perttu left some dishes, and I had some dishes, and I washed them all last night, and my hands still smell like dish-stank even though I've washed them like 7 times since then.

Anyways, I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm alive and everything, and the Inca Trail was fun, and it was great to see my friends. I started a draft about the whole thing, but it's a big story, and I've been kind of depressed since I got back and haven't felt like writing. I'm getting project fatigue I think. I'm not getting any of the important interviews I want. And I'm ready to leave La Paz, and Bolivia too I think. There's lots of stuff I want to try and do, and I was planning on being in Bolivia until the end of April, and that's just three more months...

So blah blah blah, I interviewed a former minister of hydrocarbons today; he's a professor and consultant now, and he was only minister for two weeks for a government that just called new elections. It's still kind of cool though. But I only got 45 minutes, and I needed twice that. And I forgot to turn my microphone on for the interview. I guess it's amateur night in La Paz.

So yeah, I'm alive and my feet hurt still from Inca Trail (I think I got trench foot or something. I couldn't hardly walk for a couple days afterwards because of cracks and blisters. It was wet on the trail).