What a mission. Three bus rides later, a sore puku and the baddest black bags you´ve ever seen. But I'm clean now. After 30 odd hours, I had the longest hot shower ever. That last bus was a living nightmare. Trying to tell the bus driver I was sick in Spanish was no small feat. It's okay, I only had to spew up in my mouth twice and visit the motorway toilet once. Fun times. I broke out into a sweat. I knew I shouldn't of eaten anything. Traveling in Boliva is like being thirsty in the ocean!
Anyway, our second bus was trapped in traffic in the mountains. It was freezing. So Gwen and I loaded up the backpacks and headed north. We didn't trek that long. But I do believe I'm getting used to this backpacking thing. I'm a women on a mission. Maybe it was because I wanted to get the hell away from that hell hole. Bolivans really aren't the nicest race. There are the odd expectations. But they must think I'm the weirdest person when I smile at them. Everything is dirt cheap here. I made it across the country in less than 100 dollars.
Now for the good news. I'm only here for two nights then I'm off to Lake Titicaca, and Peru is only a hop, skip and a jump away. I've so been craving English speaking people. I've hardly meet any in the last week. My hostel is full of your typical Australian backpackers. Which means everyone speaks English. There' a great breakfast: pancakes. I think I'll have one... might be pushing it. Free internet, happy hour etc. I have a room to myself tonight. Gonna play catch up with sleep. Funny it will probably only take a few hours till I'm sick of hearing Australian accents. There are literally more Australians in S.A than any other race. Ok, now I'm race bashing. I'll cut it out.
There's this witch doctor market that I'm gonna check out tomorrow. And there are plenty of sights to check out. Here's hoping this bug is only 24 hours.
