Saturday, May 4, 2013

A long, long bus ride to Potasi. Things go wrong in Bolivia

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We want "out" of Uyuni.
The past 2 days have been a nightmare.
My son is weak, and I want to move on to new and greener pastures.
We catch a bus, and the assistant is just an idiot.
We ask if he can open the curtains that are hung on the front door and window
that block our view of the road.
Every time we open them, he closes them.
Just to be a pain.
I explain my son has been in hospital, and it is best so he can see the road and not get ill.
Finally he gives in, but not before it has resulted in my son having a meltdown, and a cry.

But soon the gears are not engaging, and shocking grinding noises halt the bus.
We have broken down!
My son has a bit of energy and goes for a walk nearby.

First we just sit.
The road is quiet.

Next we sing to the ukelele.

Then people play cards, and rocks.

I boot my son out of the bus - it stinks!

Here I sit – this time I am typing my blog on the side of the road. 
The sun is beating down.  
We cannot sit in the bus as they have opened the floor, and the fumes are entering!

The driver, and idiot assistant decide they need to turn the bus around.
So all must push.

Next we think the bus is going over the edge.
No, the pair decide we will coast down the hill to get lunch.
Three hours later and we are waiting for a replacement bus.
There has been no announcement.
Nor has there been any consideration for women needing a bathroom.

So we stop at a small roadside shelter.
The lady has 4 plates.
As soon as the driver and his 'challenged' assistant eat they are hooting the horn.
Still no toilet.
Hardly anyone has eaten.
We have to dash and bring our own bags to a replacement bus.
We are off!

Passing pretty red trees, cactus and craggy rocks on we go.

The wildlife is plentiful, as are herds.
So much for arriving at Potosi at lunch time.

The basic houses, with lone occupants amaze me. 

The rocks become more jagged.
We pass some areas that remind me of the Grand Canyon.
Huge cavities in the ground.

Crops are drying in their piles.
This has been common throughout Peru and Bolivia.

We arrive at Potosi.
We try to get 2 hotels but the price is crazy.
As we drag out big bag up the road, there is a group of guys off our bus.
"Come with us to Sucre" they invite enthusiastically.
I had just felt this was the right thing to do, moments before we were asked.
So it was great, as we shared a mini-van and had a good laugh.

Another journey begins on our long day.
Up the back hills - past herding sheep.

Almost immediately the area became fields of gold and green.
Houses changed - richer in all aspects.

We also worked out we all wanted to go to the same hostel in Sucre.
So the driver agreed to drive us there for no extra fee!
We arrive and we get a fabulous room.
It is large and has a great en-suite - huge and lovely.

This is just the right place for my son to recuperate!

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