

Nuestra Señora De La Paz, Bolivia
La Paz
Part 1.
At the bus station we had been put on different seats and Brent and Iris had been split up. We should let them sit together I said, so we swapped tickets.
In doing so I had ensured that I was the only one sharing with a stranger.
The bus started to fill up and the seat next to me stayed vacant.
Get in! I thought as the departure time drew near.
Then at the last minute a man in his thirties turned up with his mum and sat down beside me. ...