Bolivar took off his head and looked around as well.

Bolivar had a mineral water and looked at his watch.

Bolivar had some more questions, then wished me a good night.

There is also another family home of Bolivar which has historical importance.

I stood in the middle of the road and phoned Bolivar.

Bolivar went out the door with the bucket, looking as if it might be a while before he came back.

He arrived just a little ahead of Bolivar who had been doing research into prison reform.

It is now used as a museum dedicated to Bolivar's life and times.

The people during a match against Bolivar all shouted together.

The central bank will also be expected to protect the bolivar, presumably through higher interest rates.

I went back outside and within a minute Bolivar had returned, shaking his head.

Bolivar put his foot between the door and the frame so it could not be closed.

Bolivar put the car into motion the instant the door was closed.

I grabbed up Bolivar's head and slipped into the next room.

In the half dark he had thought it was Bolivar snoring.

He fell in Bolivar while going to play his guitar at a dance.

Simon Bolivar was a leader in the fight for independence.

With Bolivar at my side all of the way.

"I must get back to the bank," Bolivar said, starting towards the door.

Bolivar had his hand on the doorknob-but did not open it.

I started to draw back, but Bolivar stepped forward and put his arm around my shoulder.

This, according to Bolivar himself, is the clue to all his contradictions.

I was trying to make my mind up when Bolivar made it up for me.

"We have been doing a little investigating," Bolivar said, rolling up on the other side.

Perhaps Bolivar was right, I thought as the door closed behind us.