

Sucre, Bolivia
With about ten minutes to spare after the salt flats trip I managed to run to the bus station and jump on the next bus to Sucre. It was more or less the least comfortable bus I´ve been on so far- the seat in front was so close I practically hit my chin on it every time we went over a bus, and I was sitting next to a huge Bolivan woman with a six year old on her lap, who thought I was German. So, wrapped up in a fleece, jacket, gloves and balaclava I fell asleep...