Hour 1
Julian, Javier, Erika, Tati and I arrived.
We were harassed by all the travel agents. We, very politely, declined all the offers and promised to contact them later.
There are lots of stories of tourists being cheated. Either the car is old and they are left in the middle of nowhere for hours or a day, or there is no food, or the drivers are drunk and the list is just too long for this blog. But if you ever go to Bolivia, take this into account. You have to be very careful when it comes to a guided tour. Ask your fellow travelers where to go, what their experience was. Don´t hire the first one you see just because it´s cheaper.
Hour 2
Julian went to find a place to stay the night. Tati and me too. Javier and Erika went to get something to drink.
Hour 3
Julian decided to share a room with us. Javier left Erika at the market. Tati went to talk to the person who´d rented us the room. The lady also offered us the guided tour.
Tati came back with the news. Erika texted Javier, she was lost. Julian was lying on the bed. Me trying to give Erika the right directions. It was funny, how can you get lost in a town so small? Of course, Erika. The text read “I´m lost in Bolivia”. We all laughed.
Hour 4
We went to different travel agencies. There was one we all liked. Julian wanted to see the car first. Clever guy. We hadn´t thought about it. So we waited while chatting with the woman who was trying to convince us that the car was in good condition.
Hour 5
We were told that we were going to spend the nights in shelters with no electricity. So we all thought about the same, batteries for the cameras.
Javier, Erika and me went to buy batteries at the black market. Don´t ask me why there. It seems that it was the only place to get them. Tati went to the so-called hostel together with Julian to have a shower and wait for us. Javier and Erika found the batteries. I didn´t. So they went to exchange money somewhere and I kept looking for my battery, which I didn´t find. On my way, I bought a bottle of wine to drink at night with Tati. The rest of the guys were going to a Karaoke.
Hour 6
The shower didn´t work, the water was cold. It had an electric water heater and we almost got electrocuted. The bathroom didn´t flush, so imagine, no description needed. We wanted to find the woman who had rented us the room but couldn´t. The building was empty.
Hour 7
We went to pay the tour, 50% ,and the rest when we were safe and sound in Uyuni. That was the deal. But there were five of us, it was low season, they agreed.
Hour 8
We went for a pizza in Tupiza (in Spanish Tupiza sounds like “your pizza”). They were really big!!
Hour 9
Julian, Erika and Javier went to a Karaoke. Tati and me to open up that bottle of wine. The Bolivian wine tasted like vinegar so we couldn´t drink it.
Hour 10
We sat in the street to see people pass by, while chatting about our coming adventure. We had to be up very early. We still hadn´t found the woman who had rented us that room. We didn´t worry. We hadn´t pay. Worst scenario, we left without paying. She surely deserved it.
The place was nothing like she said it was. One thing concerned us though. Where were we going to have breakfast? we hadn´t buy anything, we had trusted the woman who said that it was included.
We decided to go look for her and finally found her at the Travel Agency. We complained. She shrugged and said she would look into it and as for breakfast, it was served somewhere else. Where? we asked. Another house she said. We smelt a rat.
Hour 11
Julian, Javier and Erika came back. Karaoke had been a bit of a disappointment since the place was almost empty. We told them about us meeting the woman. We all said that nobody was to try that shower again in the morning. So we set our cells to be up before 7.
Hour 12-13-14 and 15 we slept like angels.
Hour 16
We couldn´t find the house and we were about to lose our hopes when we saw it. And had our breakfast that had nothing to do with what the lady had promised when we first met. But it was breakfast and we were all pretty excited. So we just made jokes about it.
Hour 17
We met the driver and the cook. We were going to share 5 days with them. And we had a good feeling.
The Bolivian adventure was about to start.
ohh my …. this is bare bones.. and your so funny!! 😉 x
well, I can tell you that those 16 hours were most lived, that´s why I got stuck at this point of my posts and this is the only way I found to go on with the stories that follow this one … before I set off again in April LOL and start talking about a new trip !!!!
Whoaaaa. That’s a serious pizza. There might have been tribulations, but that looks worth it.
totally worth it LOL Have a very nice weekend David!
Thanks for sharing the trip with us. I love the way it made me feel like I was actually there.
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Glad you liked it Tim. Now I´m finishing my Saturday´s chores (just 5´break in between) so I guess that after that I´ll be able to enjoy a nice glass of wine while reading your posts.
What an adventure!! You really have to be on your guard all the time. Entertaining read.
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I like how you told this story. Have learned a lot about travelling in Bolivia in a short time! It sounds very similar to travelling in parts of Africa.
Glad you liked it! That area of Bolivia that I visited this time was very poor. I felt that people from those towns we spent the nights really hated us. Not that they treated us bad or were rude but it was not fun for them. We were a nice group, the five of us really easygoing but generally tourists are demanding and believe me, there were no creature comforts there, people should know it beforehand. If you take the deal, well, you have to know it is going to be that way. But some of them are still very demanding. On top of that, they feel observed, as if they were some sort of creatures. Pictures and pictures, they just don´t like it. They appreciate when you ask them permission. And if they say no, well, respect that. And they also know that tourism is the only source of income, sort of a grudge about it. I could talk for hours about it and maybe I´ll post a blog just about it before finishing with all the stories about this trip. Because it gives you too much to think about. I guess that Africa has lots of places that are in the same situation. Tourists look for wilderness but they want it with comforts so when they don´t get them they complain and are rude.
I can imagine that the locals feel invaded by the tourists!
I do think you should write about this in a post. This information is going to get lost in the comments.
Thanks, I think you are right. Maybe when I finish the Bolivian part of the trip and before the last part of the trip, I will include it.