Potosi, Bolivia
(NB. Photo not Potosi!!)
In the afternoon on 15th May I got the bus to Potosi. It took 5 hours and I arrived just before it got dark. At an altitude of 4070m it was colder and whilst walking to dinner at a local restaurant with some people from my hostel I could feel myself getting out of breath even just walking on the flat. At dinner I cut my finger on a chair, caught between the leg and the seat - hate the sight of blood and was worried about how deep it may...