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Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia

Pass the salt please!

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Uyuni Salt Flats, Bolivia

The Salar de Uyuni is the world's largest salt flat at 12,106 km² and sits at 3653m. The reason for the salt flats is there used to be a sea there; however due to movement is the tectonic plates, the sea is fine and there's only water metres below.

Day One

Train cemetery

Our first stop was just outside Uyuni, where there are a load of trains just dumped. There are not too many carriages, but a lot of old fashioned engines. They are 40 years old and have since become a tourist attraction and playground for adults.

Salt Flats

After a quick stop at a market set up for tourists, where we bought a T-Rex, we drove out onto the salt flats. After about 20 minutes driving, we got a puncture and so stopped for lunch while our driver put on a boiler suit and changed the tyre. While we waited for lunch to be prepared, we took some pictures on the flats, taking advantage of the lack of depth perception.

Once again, our internet connection is awful, so I will try and upload photos when we have a better connection, until then, if you're our frown on Facebook, you can already enjoy then there. :-)

Cactus Island

After lunch, we visited cactus island, which is a rock formation in the middle of the flats, which has hundreds of massive cactuses growing amongst the rocks. As you look down from the island, you expect to see the sea, and the salt does almost look like the sea, with what looks like wave lines in black towards the base of the rock.

Salt Hotel

We headed out of the salt flats and found a small hotel, which nobody else was staying at. There were little huts made out of salt, with thatched roofs. The floor is covered in large salt granules and the bed is made out of salt. It got very cold at night, but we managed to stay warm with a few blankets, a couple of sleeping bags and I wore my thermals and a fleece.

Day Two

The next morning, we got up just after 6 and got dressed quickly as it was freezing cold. We left just after 7 and had about a 3½hour drive to our first stop, an active volcano.

Ollague Volcano

This volcano has not erupted for 120 years. The last time it erupted the lava only went as far as the foot of the volcano.

Las Lagunas

We visited 4 similar lagoons, each with flamingoes. The first lake was very blue, whereas the second was more of a frosty colour and had a lot more salt around it. The first lake was half frozen, and so it made it look like the flamingoes were walking on water.

Mountain of seven colours

We drove to 4550m where we could see a beautiful mountain, which had seven different colours in its rocks. It was really impressive but so cold and windy!

Stone Trees

In the middle of this dessert are some rock formations which they have named 'stone trees'. They were formed by lava from the volcanoes, but are interesting due to them being in the middle of nowhere and very neat and tidy. There was snow on the ground around the base of these rocks, but they sheltered you from the worst of the wind.

Laguna Colorada

The final lagoon for today is a large red lagoon, which is red from marine algae. It is a deep opaque red the whole way across, with the odd salt island in the middle. It was absolutely stunning and like nothing else we had ever seen before. This lake made the pink flamingoes look white.

After this we headed to our hostel, where we are sharing a room with the other four people on our trip. The hostel we were taken to was supposedly the best hostel out of all the hostels for that overnight stop; however there were at least 4 dorms, yet we were the only group to stay at the 'best' hostel.

This hostel was freezing cold, with no heating, and only an hour and a half's electricity, so come 8pm, it was pitch black. There were no showers, but there were at least proper toilets.

We had been warned that this was the cold night and so wore thermals and a fleece to bed, inside a fleece lined sleeping bag with two blankets. Apart from when my hat came off of my ears, I wasn't cold at all and slept pretty well.

Day 3


We set off at about 6am to see the geysers. These were amazing as we were at the top of the mountain and it was freezing cold at about -10 yet there was stream everywhere with various outlets shooting high up into the sky. There were mud pools which were bumbling furiously. There was one geyser which our guide said was artificial, and so was nowhere near as hot and so you could run through it, which kind of felt like running through a tumble dryer.

Thermal baths

After the geysers, we went for a soak in the naturally occurring thermal baths. It was absolutely freezing as you stripped off all your thermals and layers, but the water was the perfect temperature. They had built a pool out of rocks at the edge of the lake and it was the most beautiful setting ever for a thermal bath.

Laguna Verde and Laguna Blanca

Our final stop was to some green and white lagoons. They change colour and look better when it's windy, which unfortunately it was not for us. They were still pretty spectacular, reflecting the mountains perfectly in the water.

After this, Chris and I took a one hour transfer to San Pedro de Atacama, Chile, which was lovely and hot (too hot for Chris) when we arrived. At 27 degrees in the non-existent shade, it was a huge contrast to the -10 we'd started at!

Salt Flat Tours

If you're planning to go to Bolivia, you must do the Salt Flats tour and should really find the time to do the 3 day tour but must do at least 2 days. Our tour company was 'Bettotours' who we were actually quite disappointed with; however still feel that the £95 we paid for everything on the 3 day tour (meals, accommodation, 4x4 vehicle, entry fees to 2 national reserves plus a fairly lousy guide - other companies sounded better) was definitely worth it for the unforgettable landscapes we saw.

reasons to potentially avoid Bettotours

Our driver, who is also the guide seemed to put in the bare minimum effort. He offered us very little information to the point where we had to ask all the right questions to find anything out. How do you know what to ask sometimes?

He didn't even introduce himself, but another couple seemed to be calling him Herbert?

He was completely oblivious to the fact that Chris and I were not returning to Uyuni but transferring to San Pedro de Atacama until at the end of the second day he told us we had a 9 hour drive back to Uyuni and I made a joke about how we didn't have to.

He tried to ditch us at the Chilean border at 9.30, when the transfer should have been 11am. This would have meant missing the last few places. I asked if we could get the 11am bus and he claimed 9.30 was the last one. He eventually left us at 10.30.

On the last night, he said we had to be up at 5 for breakfast at 5.30 and that we wanted to leave by 6 at the latest if not earlier. He suggested it would be better to have breakfast at 5.15, so we did, bags all packed. We were ready by half 5 and had to wait for him for 15 minutes before he even started packing the car!

The second night, we were told there would be a rush for the best hostels and that we would want to get there first to secure the best hostel. Our hostel had at least 4 dorms, yet despite it being 'the best' no one else stayed there. One group came and left. This 'best' hostel had no heating and no electric after 7.30pm. There was no hot water, no showers, the toilets weren't great and it was freezing cold.

Although it was freezing cold out on the flats, the sun was still incredibly hot, particularly on the car. We were all absolutely baking in the car and stripped right down to shorts and t-shirts. The company advertised that they had air-con but it turned out it needed new gas so didn't work. We weren't allowed the windows open because of the dust. It was not comfortable in there at all, and rather annoying having to constantly strip off and layer up.

The advertised heating didn't appear to work either in the morning when it was still dark, we were at an altitude of 4950m, the stream had frozen and there was snow on the ground.

At one point, the car stopped randomly, we thought potentially another puncture. The driver gets out, walks behind the car, stretches a bit before getting back in and announcing 'me dormí' - I fell asleep...

Finally, we were supposed to get lunch on the final day, but because we were going to San Pedro de Atacama, despite paying for the lunch, we were not going to get it.

Although the rubbish guide could be a one off, he's still representing the company and they clearly allow him to work like this. The poor maintenance of the heating and air-con is obviously a company decision to miss-sell you comfort. Had we been going back to Uyuni, we'd have complained. Instead, we'll try and send an email which will no doubt be ignored.

Thankfully, the scenery more than made up for any negatives of the tour company.

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Sucre and Potosí, Bolivia

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We arrived at about 8am in Sucre after the 13 hour bus ride from La Paz. It felt a lot later and after dropping our bags off at the hostel, we attempted to head out for some breakfast. Firstly, most places were still shut. We found one place which had virtually nothing available from the menu. We managed to get a chicken roll and some coffee, but as the lady poured out the coffee, it looked incredibly syrupy and in fact tasted burnt. We quickly moved on and went for attempt number two on the breakfast front.

We found a very nice French crêperie just off the main square called la pâtisserie, which did the most amazing pancakes, cakes and chocolate mousse with pretty good coffee and delicious freshly squeezed juices.

After this, we set of for a stroll around town, which although Sucre is the capital of Bolivia, it is very small and by day, fairly quiet. We tried to visit the Merced church a few times, but as with a lot of things in Bolivia, it did not stick to it's opening times. We went past quite a few times and it was never open.

For dinner, we found a restaurant which served the best and tastiest food we have yet to have in South America, other than while doing the Inca trail. We were so pleased to have a change from fried chicken, plain white rice and cold chips that we went back a couple of times. If you're looking for different food in Sucre, definitely head to Abis Patio. We both had burritos, which were more like fajitas, but incredibly tasty.

The next day we headed to the Dino-park (see previous post) where we saw dinosaur footprints.

In the afternoon, we went to a museum which didn't open (would you believe it?) But did have a very nice lunch overlooking Sucre from the top of the hill.

After trying la Merced one last time, we headed back to Abis Patio for dinner.

The following day, we had an early lunch before catching the bus to Potosí at midday.

Potosí is quite cold as it's 4060m above sea level. Thankfully as we've acclimatised, we didn't find it difficult wandering up and down the hills. We visited the Bolivian Royal Mint museum, which shows the history of coin making in Bolivia from the 16th to the mid-20th century. It was interesting to see how technology improved, meaning the quality and lifetime of the coins became greater along with production time. Potosí was the coin making capital of the world, with most countries retaining a line through their currency symbol, which is believed to represent the strength of the currency, but is actually the í in Potosí.

We plan to have a wander around town after lunch before catching the bus to Uyuni at 17.30. Tomorrow morning we are doing a 3 day, 2 night tour of the Salar de Uyuni, before crossing the border into Chile on Sunday evening.

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Dinosaur Prints, Sucre

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Today we visited the dinosaur park in Sucre, which has dinosaur prints, which they found when excavating a cement quarry back in the 1990s. We took the Dino-bus from the main square, which was basically a double-decker truck with some old office chairs screwed to the floor. It was a very uncomfortable 20 minute journey!

At the moment, this dinosaur park is fairly under developed as it is currently waiting for approval to become a UNESCO world heritage site, with which they will receive funding to preserve the prints with silicone before building a walkway a few metres away from the prints. Currently, partly due to the possibility of landslides, the viewpoint is situated some 300m away. The wall with the prints on is 1200m long and 150m high. It is vertical rather than horizontal due to plate activity millions of years ago. You can see the tracks clearly with the naked eye, but they've got binoculars to make them clearer.

Dinosaur prints

There is a small museum which has information and diagrams off the dinosaur prints, telling you about which dinosaurs created which prints. Throughout the park there are lifesized models of various different dinosaurs.

It would be interesting to go back here in the future, once it has received funding and see how different it is.


In afternoon, were walked up a hill which had a mirador which overlooked the city where we had lunch and planned our trip to Chile. We tried to visit a museum, but as it seems with most things in Bolivia, opening hours are irrelevant, they may open if they feel like it.

Tomorrow we're heading back up to 4060m (brrr) to freeze in Potosí.

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La Paz, Bolivia

29th August - 1st September

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As stated in an earlier blog entry, we arrived in La Paz after a 5 hour bus journey from Copacabana, including an hour across bumpy fields due to a road block by miners on the ruta nacional. After our unsuccessful trip into town in the evening, we headed back the next day and realised we'd gone to completely the wrong part of town the night before.

Friday 30th August - La Paz

First of all we went to the street with all the outdoor shops as Chris needed a new day bag. He'd already found an Osprey bag he liked, but as it was £100, we decided to look at other bags. We found a North Face bag, which was nearly half the price and probably a better bag. Unfortunately from our research over lunch, it transpired that there are no official stockists of North Face in Bolivia, which meant all the bags were very expensive fakes. We therefore opted for the Osprey bag as the shop is an official stockist.

We ventured to the witches' market, which along with selling a lot of llama feotuses and baby llamas which are traditionally put under your floorboards for luck when you build a new house, they also sold herbal remedies for most problems.

Afterwards we visited a musical instrument museum, which in the balcony to the courtyard included a hands on section which I'm sure drives the staff crazy. There was a triangle, accordion, horn, didgeridoo, xylophone, keyboard and various other instruments for you to play.

The musical instrument museum is on calle Jaen, which is a very pretty and traditional street with colorful buildings.

We had a general wander around La Paz, before having dinner and heading back to the hotel.

Saturday 31st August - Mountain biking down Death Road

See previous blog entry for this trip

Sunday 1st September - Día de Peatones

This morning we got up and there was an eery silence. Today is pedestrian day, which means all transport is banned from the roads, other than emergency vehicles and those with special permits, which seems to be a few taxis. It is so strange being in a city which is one day filled with 3 lanes of traffic in each direction going through the centre of town, with the constant revving of engines struggling on the hills and relentless tooting of horns amd then for it to be silent the next. Children are playing football on the flat horizontal streets and using the vertical roads to ride down the slopes on their skateboards. There were stalls and organized activities going in the streets. Come 5 o'clock, the roads reopened and the traffic returned almost instantly, as if it had been queuing to get into the city.

We headed back to our hotel to collect our bags and caught the 12 hour night bus to Sucre. The receptionist informed us that día de peaton is every 6 months and is to help reduce the pollution in La Paz.

The night bus spent the first few hours on various diversions from the main road so half the time we were on unmade roads. This wasn't too bad though as we had very comfortable bed seats. We arrived in Sucre 13 hours later, ready for breakfast at 8am.

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World's Most Dangerous Road - mountain biking on Death Road

Saturday 31st August

Today Chris and I decided to take on the challenge of mountain biking down 63km stretch of the death road, which is the world's most dangerous road, due to the narrow sections which are often not wide enough for 2 vehicles to pass and if it is wide enough, it's a tough squeeze with a sheer drop vertical cliff edge.

In Bolivia, they drive on the right; however to increase visibility of the cliff edge, for the whole section of the old road, you drive on the left so that the driver can see exactly how close to the edge they are. This also meant as we were driving downhill, the mountains were to be on our right and we had to cycle along the cliff edge.

The first 20 km were on the new section of tarmac road, which was more than wide enough and had plenty of crash barriers. This was a good section to get to know our bikes and more importantly how to work the brakes! We started our descent in the mountains at 4800m. There was snow on the ground and the air was incredibly thin. The first section was great fun and easy, and we were able to let the bikes roll to top speed without applying the brakes.

There was then an uphill section for 8km, which we did in the support bus which followed behind us the whole day. When we got out the bus, we were at the beginning of the old road. Looking down the mountain, it looked incredibly long and narrow. We were both a little nervous, as we were very high up.

We set off slowly on the first section, very aware of the vertical cliff a matter of inches to our left. The surface is exceedingly bumpy, made up of fairly well compacted gravel and rocks. Your arms did not stop vibrating as you went over all the bumps. After about 10-15 minutes cycling, you became more comfortable and less aware of the drop, realising that you were a lot more likely to fall of your bike into the middle of the path at some speed and that was actually a far greater danger.

During the descent, there were a few waterfalls which were nice and cooling, but did mean you got covered in mud. In one waterfall which went round the corner, I lost my grip and very nearly fell off. Surprisingly, apart from a couple of moments where we were shocked to find ourselves still on our bikes and not in a heap in the gravel, neither of us fell off throughout the whole trip.

Some of you might have heard of this death road as it featured on Top Gear a couple of years ago and they were challenged to travel along this stretch and pass another truck at the narrowest point. Their truck was on the outside edge and you could see the wheels hanging over the edge. We went past this spot, which is also where the worst accident in Bolivian history took place with a bus full of 108 people plummeting over the edge after the bus driver had to reverse back up to allow another vehicle to pass.

Our journey went pretty much without incident with just one girl falling off her bike, but she was fine once one of the guides had finished tweezing out bits of gravel from her bum.

Were made it to the bottom, prized open our now claw shape hands and had a nice refreshing beer before a quick dip in the river. We enjoyed the warmer climate as we were now down to 1200m, the lowest we've been in at least a fortnight, the rest of the time we've stayed above 3300m. While eating lunch, the most gorgeous parrot came to pose for us, knowing full well he'd probably be fed. He hung around for a good half an hour even after the food had finished.

Now this is where I had planned to finish off the blog by saying and the bus drove us back along the new road back to La Paz, a journey which should have taken 2½-3 hours....

The two of us took the minibus back to La Paz, which was able to go more quickly than the bus. After about an hour and a half, the bus stopped and the driver got out. We asked is everything was OK, which he claimed it was. After about 10 minutes, we realised we weren't going anywhere soon and got out to stand on the roadside as we were not stopped that far from a bend and it was very dark and the cars don't leave much time or space to either stop or overtake. About 5 minute after we got out, the bus filled with what we initially thought was smoke but turned out to just be steam from the overheating engine. About 30 minutes after we broke down, the other bus caught up and we go back on. We set of to a petrol station about a mile up the road and have the other guy some water for his bus. Our original bus had now become the party bus, and even the guides were getting quite drunk.

We carried on for about 20 minutes before stopping at a police checkpoint to help the other bus that had stopped again and also to stock up on more alcohol, right on front of the police. For some reason, the police did not like the fact foreigners had been buying alcohol, and also the guides were not supposed to be drunk. They breathalysed the guides who somehow managed to pass and then decided to breathalyse the poor very patient and tolerant of the party in his bus, bus driver. (He passed.)

Eventually it was decided we'd leave the the other bus on the mountain and carried on the party for the last hour home. We were very glad be back and are rapidly going off Bolivian buses. We're literally just about to catch a 12 hour bus to Sucre.

Update: the reason for the cross field journey instead of main road the other day turns out because the miners had blocked the road.

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Lake Titicaca

Peruvian and Bolivian side

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Puno, Peru
Sunday 25th August

We arrived in Puno, which is the main town on Lake Titicaca on the Peruvian side of the lake at around 3pm. We hung up our damp and still soaked clothes from the Inca trail and headed out for some lunch in Puno. Afterwards we headed down to the port to find out about trips to the islands.

Monday 26th August

The next day we took a boat at half 7 to las islas Uros, which are the famous floating islands on Lake Titicaca. These islands are built on square feet blocks of roots which float in the water. They put a wooden pole through the middle and then tie each block together to make a platform. On top of these floats, they lay reeds across once a fortnight in opposite directions to build the islands up. The roots last 20-25 years, but the reeds need topping up every 2 weeks. The houses are made of the same reeds tied together. Each island is about 250m². There are loads of these little islands, each with about 5 houses and then there is an island in the middle with a school on which all the children attend. You can if you wish do a homestay on these islands, but it gets very cold by the lake at night and there is no electricity other than the odd solar powered lightbulb in the houses and so would be pitch black after dark. Chris and I were more than happy in our hostel!

The island's men spend their days fishing and trade the fish for other produce at the market back on dry land. The women make tapestries showing Uros life on cushion covers and small table covers to sell to the passing tourists.

After taking a traditional boat also made from these reeds across the lake to another island, we headed off on the boat for another 2 hours to Taquile island.

Taquile island is a proper island about 3 hours by boat from Puno. This island had great views of Lake Titicaca and if you climbed up past the main square, it was so peaceful and quiet. We sat for about an hour, enjoying the sun before deciding to head back down to port for the return boat.

We started heading back the way we came, when we heard a young child going in the opposite direction ask his Dad why they were heading that way to the boat and not the way they had come. (The way we were going.) The Dad explained that the boats picked you up from the other side of the island. Chris and I suddenly had a minor panic as we realised the chances are we needed to be on the other side of the island as well. We had 25 minutes to work our where we were going and get to the port before the last boat left for the day. Fortunately, we had not started the downhill section to the original port and were only a few minutes from the main square. We had the name of the port and so asked the locals which way. I checked to see how far it was, and one man said 15-20 minutes. We picked up the pace, which is not easy when you're at 3800m above sea level and heading uphill. Knowing we didn't have any spare time, we checked a few times along the way that we were going the right way as it was not signposted and as we were still heading uphill, we could not yet see the port. We made it in the end with 5 minutes to spare, which allowed for us to realise how close we were to missing the last boat. Never have we been so grateful for inquisitive children!

We arrived back at 5pm and headed into town for dinner before heading back to the hostel.

The next day, we caught the bus to Copacabana, Bolivia.

Copacabana, Bolivia

Tuesday 27th August

We caught the bus at 7.30am and it took about 2½ hours to reach the border and 30 minutes for the whole bus to clear immigration. Bolivia is an hour ahead of Peru and we arrived shortly before midday local time. We were unexpectedly greeted at the bus by a free transfer to the hotel, which was a matter of minutes away on foot, but being up a hill we were very grateful.

We dumped our stuff and went out for some lunch. The food in Bolivia cost the same as in Peru; however their currency is a lot weaker which therefore meant the main course for 35Bs was not £8 as it would have been in Peru, but just over £3. We found what looked like a nice restaurant and ordered a couple of burgers and drinks. The food came very quickly and while I was busy putting sauce on mine, Chris got started on his. He took his second mouthful and said is it alright to eat raw burgers? I said no and he spat out a mouthful of completely raw burger. These burgers were incredibly thin, so thin that they barely stayed together. I cut into the middle of mine, and it was bright red. It was completely raw. I didn't think to take a picture in time but it looked as raw as mince in the supermarket. As you can't eat raw mince unless it's chopped there and then, which we doubted very much we decided to send them back and head off.

When I told the waiter the burger was raw, he just stood there staring at the almost still moo-ing burger and before questioning me as to whether it was cooked our not. If that wasn't proof we didn't want to eat there then I don't know what is. Commence trying to explain to the waiter that the burger had put us off our food and we just wanted to go. He disappeared off, I assume to check with the manager as he returned with the bill for the drinks. These came to £2.80 and I tried to pay with the equivalent of a £4.50 note, which was too big to him! Eventually he found some change and once we'd finished our drinks we found somewhere safer to eat. We think....

Isla del Sol

Wednesday 28th August

This morning, we checked out of our hotel and caught a boat to Isla del Sol which is an hour and a half from Copacabana. We trekked up the mountain and spent about an hour looking for accommodation until we finally found one with a great view of the lake for the princely sum of £11 including breakfast and a private bathroom. I have noticed that whenever discussing with people how much something costs, when I go to translate the options to Chris, I think they seem to think we're backing out because the price has often dropped before I finish even telling Chris. This was the case here as the man dropped his price by £2.

We set off walking to Challa, a village which according to 'good old never one to exaggerate, Lonely Planet, ' it had a 'white sand beach straight or of a Greek holiday brochure'. We arrived at this beach after an hour and a half's walk and unsurprisingly it was not picturesque by anyone's imagination. We sat on the wall for about half an hour with school children staring at us as they went past before we headed slowly back up to our hotel.

We went out for dinner, remembering to take a torch for the journey back. Our restaurant only had lights at the front to light it up from the street and so we ate our dinner by candlelight before walking 10 minutes in pitch black down the mountain to our hotel.

Thursday 29th August

The next morning we woke up in our unheated, single glazed room to a substantial covering of frost on the ground outside. We had breakfast and headed off down the mountain to the port to get the boat back to Copacabana. Today was to be the day of no seats as despite being one of the first down to the port to buy a ticket for the boat, we initially ended up with no seat until some people shuffled along reluctantly on the bench. The boat ride back to Copacabana was quite funny (for me) as most people on the boat looked ready to chuck at any moment as it was incredibly choppy today. Unfortunately Chris was made to eat his words as yesterday he'd questioned how anyone could feel seasick on one of these boats. Luckily he and everyone else survived and there was no potential chain reaction.

We bought a bus ticket to La Paz and had an hour to get lunch. We arrived at the bus 30 minutes before its departure time, as advised to find there were no seats left. It was OK though, the angry bus man has a solution; there was one seat at the back and the other person could sit on the jump seat at the front. We declined his great offer for the 4 hour bus journey and he got annoyed. He said there wasn't another bus until much later and just got angrier when I tried to ask what time. We knew we still had time to buy another ticket with another company, but I'm guessing as he already had our money, he was not to fussed about sorting us out. Eventually another lady offered us a seat on a different bus. We were reluctant, as we have heard Bolivian buses race and overtake crazily to beat each other to fares. They also have a tenancy to end up in ditches. This bus didn't look battered and so we went with it. We were the only foreigners on the bus.

All was fine for the first couple of hours until for some unknown reason, the bus turned off the ruta nacional and onto dry, incredibly bumpy fields, which was to be our route for the next half an hour. We eventually arrived in the centre of town where we sat in traffic for about 15 minutes. We soon headed out to the middle of virtually nowhere which it turned out was where our bus was to terminate. We finally managed to flag down a taxi to our hotel.

We went into town for dinner, but managed to go to the one part of town which had nothing but a load of market stalls. We found an awful restaurant to eat at and left most of it and got a hotdog on our way back to the hotel.

Here's to tomorrow being a more successful day in Bolivia. At least our hotel is warm!

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