Icy cold winds blow what little air there is through the dizzying altitudes of the Bolivian Andes as buses born before the War hurry along the windy roads, wheels suicidally kissing the lips of impossibly high cliffs.
We were apprehensive about this foreboding country. Here, nature is in charge and she cares little for you. Erin suffers from motion sickness, hates the cold and isn’t a fan of people peeing on her bag (Girlventures told us a tale of the people on an overnight bus, er, going on the floor in front of them).
Yes, our first bus journey from the border to Tupiza was bone-shakingly rough, but Erin’s Dramamine held out, it was surprisingly hot, and no-one relieved themselves on our backpacks. Like the horror stories we heard all over India, when we arrived in Bolivia we discovered things weren’t that bad after all.
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