Travel Sickness

Weather: Thunder and Lightening when the bus went through Potosi, the historic mining city that worships the devil.

Llamas: The four year old girl on the bus next to me was a big Llama fan. She screamed very loudly every time she saw one, this was normally a good thing, as it meant she wasn´t trying to stick her lollipop in my face for these few brief moments.

So after being sick for a night in a freezing freezing town I decided to leave. I figured this would probably not be very dangerous if I didn´t eat anything and just got on bus. Not sure if I was still ill, or just travel sick, but ten hours of extreme travel sickness later I finally reached Sucre. I spent most of the journey between a very vomity baby and a very loud four year old. To be honest, don´t remember much more.

Anyway about two hours away from Sucre, I suddenly felt better, and very hungry... Got to Sucre had an amazingly large supper, and went to sleep. Have found a hostel run by a German, who is very very keen on cleanliness. This is heaven after all the other hostels.

I realise the Spanish are very original with their colonial names... Salta, Sucre, sadly there is not a city in the area called Pepper, but there is a country called Chile.