Today we made our way from Uyuni to Sucre in what turned out to be our most eventful journey yet and which makes ham and cheese sandwichgate look trivial.

Our guide from the salt flats tour had kindly helped us book our bus yesterday. So we were hoping that this would go in our favour and we would have a relatively simple journey. Oh how wrong we were.

Our first bus left Uyuni at 8am and was headed to Potosi. For some reason you can't get a direct bus straight to Sucre through the day and we hadn't quite worked up the courage to travel through the night in Bolivia just yet. The bus was quite cramped and they had clearly over booked as there were people standing and sitting in the aisle. However we had our seats and after around 3 and a half hours we had arrived in Potosi. Initially we were really pleased as our bus had arrived 30 minutes early. Unfortunately we soon discovered that things were not quite what we had thought. For some reason the bus had dropped us off in the middle of the town which was no where near to the bus station. To make matters worse a street fight broke out infront of us between some local men which we steered clear of as one of the men whipped off his belt and started lashing the other man. So we quickly headed in the other direction even though we had no idea where the bus station was. Thankfully we had travelled with Gareth, Jared and Natasha so we felt a bit safer as a group. After a frustrating hours walk and through the guidance of the local people we eventually made it to the bus station.

One of the more interesting sights which caught our eye on the way to the bus station was that of a little boy, about 6 or 7, whipping his pants down at the side of the road and proceeding to have a poo. We looked at him then immediately looked away as it dawned on us what was happening. Fair play to the lad, he seemed to have no shame and if he isn't shy about having a poo at the side of the road then he might go far.

As soon as we arrived at the bus station we were pounced on by the tour companies trying to sell us tickets to Sucre. We finally decided to go with one woman and paid 15 Bolivianos which is around £1.50 each for a supposed 3 hour journey!

Our second bus journey of the day started off ok. However after around an hour we came to a sudden stop and discovered that there was some sort of protest going on. The locals had lined the street with rocks, cactus spikes and smashed glass and it seemed to go on forever. There was no chance the bus could get through so we were advised by the driver to get off the bus and walk past the protest to reach a bus on the other side. This seemed a bit daunting as some of the protestors looked really angry and had made spears out of trees which they were using to pop the tyres on the trucks. So we just kept our heads down and walked as fast as we could for around 30 minutes until we finally made it to the other side unharmed.

Thankfully a bus turned up and picked us back up and we made our final journey to Sucre. Unfortunately when we arrived at our hostel they did not have the room we had booked and we both thought the day could not get any worse. Thankfully they offered us the apartment for the night instead-I think at this point we would have taken anything that was going.

We are sharing the apartment with a South African guy who recommended a BBQ place to go for tea. It was amazing. We both had Beef steaks chips, rice, salad, a coke and a beer for the grand total of £8. I think we are definitely going to enjoy Sucre.