11h20: I’m slowly becoming an intrepid traveller: thinking nothing of arriving at a [seemingly random] street corner with my bags, asking around until I find the hole in the wall from which tickets are sold, signing up for a seat on a collectivo/minibus that I hope is going where I want it to, and then … More Day Twenty – Toro Toro Ho!
I breakfasted with a group of young French girls, who have been inhabiting the same dorm as me for the last three nights, then hopped in a cab with Margarit and Bauke to the airport. My flight went beautifully in a clean, relatively comfortable Boeing 737 with BoA Airlines. I’m not sure how Margarit and … More Day Nineteen – Cochabamba: On Purpose This Time!
18h19: I tried eating out for breakfast, for the first time since arriving in South America, with Helen, a girl from France who historically worked in advertising but wants to open a vegetarian cafe in Paris when she gets home. We bumped back into Jack, a British man who is in Marketing when he isn’t … More Day Eighteen – Social Sucre
Si amigos. As a result there are no photos from today. My accomplishments were attending the textile market at Tarabuco and losing my phone. Admittedly “attending the market” involved some pretty interesting taxi and collectivo rides. The collectivo home even culminated in a request by my seat neighbour to have his photo taken w me, … More Day Seventeen – Teléfono Cellulaire Perdido
09h00: I woke up this morning with a pleasantly homey feel.. crushed into a small corner of my bed. Apparently when you invite a Tom for dinner in Bolivia, he makes free with your bed. ..when your first language is different from everyone else’s you get used to your jokes falling flat. Yes, I … More Day Sixteen – Movin’ On
15h45: I’m on a tourist roll today! I have visited the Casa de Moneda and la Catedral, and am now waiting to tour the Convent. I’m thinking I might even do a bit of tourist shopping to finish off the day. Notes: all of the above have to be visited by tour, except MAYBE … More Day Fifteen – Casa Real de Moneda, la Catedral y Convento San Francisco
I ventured out with another solo traveller, Piotr from Poland, to the Tarapaya thermal baths, or Ojo del Inca, or Eye of the Inca for the day. We left right after breakfast and hopped on a “collectivo”, or mini-van with probably twenty seats crammed into it. I’m pretty grateful that Piotr was there, it turns … More Day Fourteen – Relaxation Station
(That was a Snow White reference) I am so tired. Bullet point blog entry: Got up early, wrestled with hot water in shower Breakfast at Koala Den was delish Took the Cerro Rico mine tour offered by the hostel Humorous group mate had a difficult time coping with … some of the athletic requirements of … More Day Thirteen – Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It’s Off to Work We Go
10h31: I am 95% sure I am on the correct bus, (Trans Azul to Potosi). Looks like no matter how many assurances you receive that the ticket you are purchasing is for salon cama or bus cama, (3 seats across), you can still end up in four seats across. In the basement floor no less. … More Day Twelve – Arrivé à Potosi
19h25: Today was almost a write off. Not because I didn’t do anything, that was the point of today. It was almost a write off because the bus station was overwhelming, I couldn’t talk to anyone at my hostel before I left in the morning to verify if I needed to switch rooms, how to … More Day Eleven – It’s All About the Individuals