Uyuni

Uyuni is a hub for stopping or booking for salt flat tours. Our group and the second group I told you about all went to the same hostel as it was recommended to us by their guide. Me and four from the fantastic five group went out for dinner. After we ordered Jay and the two muskateers arrived in the same restaurant. Pants. It didn´t sway the mood though, we had such a good time. I felt so lucky to be on that table and not the other. The names of the group are Eleanor (the trainee nurse), and Johnny - both from Ireland, and Diana - UK and Liam - Irish. El and Johnny had been together since teenage years on and off and are finally together forever, we think. Diana and Liam met when volunteering abroad and have been a couple for a year and a half, visiting eachother once a month for a long weekend, they are so gonna be together forever, if you saw them you´d understand. All lovely open minded, interesting people. The fifth is Ben, who didn´t come out for food this night but we´d been bumping into eachother all over the place today (very small town) and all of us went to buy our bus tickets together. The bus station was not a station, it was a road where buses park and lots of ticket offices are stationed along the side.

We turned up in the morning for our bus to Potosi because we were all going in the same direction. There were two buses next to eachother, we thought the good big bus was ours but it wasn´t. Ours was the dodgy, broken and taped back together windowed old bus. Jay, Eddie and Terry laughed as they got on the good bus. We laughed that we were getting the experience of Bolivia that we wanted. Then I noted that the size of the wheels on their big bus were the same size as the ones on ours and wasn´t sure which was safer after all. Here comes the dangerous road on mountains edges. You´ll have to bear with me on this story.