One spectacle we weren't going to miss was the weekly Lucha Libre Wrestling tournament. This story will mean more to WWF enthusiasts or anyone who has seen the movie Nacho Libre... but I can tell you we were greeted with as much theatrics and drama from these amateurs, as I've ever seen from the pros!
Whilst there was no one with the physical prowess of Hulk Hogan or The Rock, the performers took their roles very seriously. We were somewhat bemused when one of the first contenders was nearing 85 years of age, with a saggy butt and his undies on the outside... but, lucky for us, the standard improved pretty quickly.
A few of our favourites included Commando Zabala - the token renegade army man, Tortuga Ninja - aka TMNT's Michaelangelo in a faded suit with a pillow strapped to his back, and Mr Atlas - who had no apparent theme or behavioural issues, but was so over-animated it was hard not to like the guy.
Whilst the midget wrestler 'Chucky' did not appear as promised, we were treated to several female competitors, known as Las Cholitas. And fair play to them! These local women (wearing cumbersome long traditional skirts and bowler hats), not only had more moves than their male counterparts, but managed to flip backwards from the top rope and crush an opponent without smudging their eyeliner.
(One thing they didn't do well was keep their legs together. From our front row seats we got a few unnecessary glimpses of Bolivian bikini lines... and let's just say Bolivia is a long way from Brazil!)
(One thing they didn't do well was keep their legs together. From our front row seats we got a few unnecessary glimpses of Bolivian bikini lines... and let's just say Bolivia is a long way from Brazil!)
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