I spent a good deal of time yesterday deciding how to get to Uyuni. My options were: fly to Sucre, and either sleep in Sucre and catch the direct bus to Uyuni at 6:30AM the next morning or get on the next bus to Potosi and hope that there is space on a Uyuni bus … More Day Twenty-Four – Wrestling the Road
Funny how things work out. If I’d known, coming into Bolivia, what I know now, I would have started my exploration in Cochabamba, and worked my southwest. Likely I would be heading out on my Uyuni tour today, San Pedro bound. Skipping Oruro would have been for the alright, and who knows, maybe I would … More Day Twenty-Three – Back to the Beginning Of Bolivia
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!
10h00: Bus travel has been quite an education. 1) There doesn’t seem to be heat on the bus, so if you are travelling somewhere that gets cold, (for example: parking for four hours at 4300m overnight), take your sleeping bag out of your bag, wear every piece of clothing you have and start to wonder … More Day Ten – Semi-Lost