Places are always a bit different at night, and Cochabamba was no exception. The colorful buses looked like parties rumbling by.
Political parties had musicians out to attract passersby.
And we went to the theater and had fancy balcony seats for just a few dollars.
It was a great preview of the Bolivian carnival to come, with all different kinds of dancers and musicians:
We met up with some of my partner's childhood friends for a pique (huge plate of beef, with a few veggies and fries/potatoes) and passed this cute, dollhouse-like church.
And then it was back "home," with a great view of the city below.