José and Coral were having a fight but well, I still love this photo Our bus trip was supposed to last around 4 hours. We sat (no seat belts, people, ever) and made ourselves comfortable – our plan was to sleep but, well, things happen. It was a double deck bus and we were on the upper floor. Then it was time and we headed to the bus. We had to, basically, wrestle our way into one of the cubicles as nobody respects the line there. It was in horrible condition and there was no soap, as usual in Bolivia. It’s all the way at the end of the terminal and the female toilet was packed (as always) and there was a 1BOB charge per person (includes a bit of toilet paper, handed to you at the entrance of the toilet). Luckily, it wasn’t long until departure, so we also went to find a toilet. We didn’t so we put on all of our sweaters (2 each) and started freezing little by little. People take blankets (smart people, not us) and sleep there. We found out that we had to pay to use the terminal (1,5 BOB per person, cheap, but we didn’t know it and would’ve been stopped at the exit of the terminal if Angelo hadn’t gone to ask), paid and waited. We woke up early, caught a taxi to the bus terminal and waited for our bus.

We could only understand how immense it is by looking at the tiny cars that sometimes appeared The way to Uyuni

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