01 Nov, 2011 | Joanna Kozlowska
Come rain or come shine, La Paz's growling micros steadily make their way through the urban jungle. Squeezed between robust cholitas and pensive artisans, you cannot but feel part of the city's flamboyant bustle. The drivers will gladly take you through the labyrinthine, winding streets, each of which has a traffic code of its own. Forget that taxi, leap into a micro (and try not to jab your unwieldy gringo camera into the person sitting next to you).