el alto: lucha libre. the mandatory tourist ticket, over 4x more expensive than the local one (imposed racially “unless i could prove bolivian citizenship”) pissed me off, as did the separate, closer (worse, in fact, but more prestigious) seating for tourists, but whatever, i paid extra and sat in the bleachers. my favorite characters were the surlier chola, the chubby everyman goodguy wearing a wifebeater with a stretched out, faded, barely-recognizable HOMER SIMPSON plastic-transfered on it, and “el cobarde,” with goth facepaint, a pomp, a dracula t-shirt, and rockabilly styling (rocket from the crypt, anyone?!?)
el alto: lucha libre. the mandatory tourist ticket, over 4x more expensive than the local one (imposed racially “unless i could prove bolivian citizenship”) pissed me off, as did the separate, closer (worse, in fact, but more prestigious) seating for tourists, but whatever, i paid extra and sat in the bleachers. my favorite characters were the surlier chola, the chubby everyman goodguy wearing a wifebeater with a stretched out, faded, barely-recognizable HOMER SIMPSON plastic-transfered on it, and “el cobarde,” with goth facepaint, a pomp, a dracula t-shirt, and rockabilly styling (rocket from the crypt, anyone?!?)
