My enforced early return to La Paz meant that I had more time than I expected back there...so how to fill the days..? Well why not risk life and limb moutain biking down the most dangerous road in the world - great idea...and for once it actually was!The day we had chosen could have been better, as true to form there was yet another demonstration in Bolivia, this time about an election, which meant that the roads were yet again going to be blocked. But as it was ...

After a good nights sleep I was refreshed and ready for the six hour bus ride to Potosi...or so I thought. Little did I realise what lay ahead, and had I known I think I would probably have just stayed in bed!We arrived at the bus stop to discover that our mode of transport was nothing more than a "hoppa" bus, this tiny caravan on wheels, the kind of bus that at home is used only to ferry people around the local village or from the train station to the ...

So after a less than hospitable welcome to Bolivia, we set off for Uyuni and the salt flats with a renewed spirit. We had left behind our tour leader and acquired a new one (yet to be assessed), although admitedly he was not the tour leader we were supposed to have as he was apparently stuck somewhere in Peru...or Bolivia...or Argentina...who knows where, but it wasn?t with us. So in stepped our surrogate leader to help us through the next few days and then we we...

Up until now I havent really mentioned much about the group I have been travelling with...or more accurately our tour leader. He was a complete prat (polite version of what I really thought) and our journey to La Paz really topped off the whole episode.We returned from our visit to Lake Titicata to discover that rather than spending the night in Puno we needed to pack our bags and leave immediately for La Paz. Apparently the teachers in Peru had decided a strike ...