For the trip back to La Paz we ended up in the most banged up, worn down minibus to be …
We left Coroico on November 2nd, “El Dia de Los Muertos”, just in time, because the same morning wealthy Bolivians from La Paz descended on this lovely village chocking its narrow streets with their big SUVs and completely booking up all nice hotels. For the trip back to La Paz we ended up in the most banged up, worn down minibus to be. Nevertheless we made it, but what followed that afternoon was failure after failure.
First we could not get a “Buscama” to Sucre, but only a “semi-cama”, far less comfortable and without toilets for a twelve hour night ride. Then we went to Downhill Madness to pick up our CD of our ride down “Death Road”, only to find the place closed. We called a number and were promised that they will send the CD to Sucre. Eventually it dawned on us that this was THE holiday, whereas November 1st was not. But the biggest blow was that the Main Post Office was closed as well. Heidi had waited for a little parcel from Austria for weeks … Unfortunately we had bought the tickets to Sucre already and the post office was not to open until Monday, so we decided to leave anyway.
The bus was rather comfortable and actually we both were able to sleep on and off, only the first three hours to Oruro were a bit weird: although it was a bus with numbered seats they cramped so many people in the bus that people were sitting in the aisle and it the driver’s booth!
Once in Sucre we went straight to Villa de la Plata, a “Hospedaje” that rents out three apartments. So now we share a nice apartment with a lovely Swiss couple, Reto and Petra, who has been cycling through Thailand, Laos, Cambodia and Malaysia. They then flew to Lima and biked down to the south of Bolivia, crossed the “Salar de Uyuni” and have been in Sucre now for three weeks learning Spanish.
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