Hostal Maria Victoria Potosi

... we could still stand upright and felt fairly comfortable. Soon though it was pitch black without the headlamps on and I was banging my head of the roof on a regular basis. We worked our way down three levels sometimes entering narrow passages and steep declines. The air was thick with dust and the walls were covered in arsenic. Breathing quickly became difficult and everyone was sweating in the 40 plus degree heat. We checked ...

... was spent exploring some more of Sucre, with it´s small streets and markets and great juice bars, freshly squeezed pineapple juice... Very nice!!!! We also found the best chocolate shop in all South America just off the main plaza, and stocked up with chocolate, but it didn´t last to long!!!!<br><br>We´re off to Potasi in the morning, a day bus thankfully!!!! <br><br>Blog you later<br><br>Mark and Kate

... padlock for the door. I promptly managed to break it, the top round part of the lock came off of the bottom square bit. Felipe tried to fix it, with the result that when the key was turned, the top round part when shooting across the room with a springing sound. Fortunately he found this as hilarious as we did. Eventually we decided it worked just fine, you just had to be ready to catch the top bit as it went flying. (After a day or so, Toni managed ...

... full of my valuables and my belt was digging into my bag but I now consider we have truly travelled because even in India we always got a seat on the bus, a right of passage if you will. I´m not sure Ang was thinking the same thing at the time as she had to contend with a small child kicking her in the head although the big guy sat adjacent to my head seemed to be sweating and panting profusely so I was concerned he might puke on my face, luckily not.<br><br>It was tempting to complain ...

... going and walked straight into a lamp post, I was out of breath, thought I would faint I was laughing so much, honestly it&#8217;s something I still laugh at now&#8230;..The rest of the day we walked around the town, taking it easy. In the afternoon, I climbed a mini Eiffel tower they have in the park with many Bolivian kids (random!). As the sun went down, we packed our bags and headed to the bus terminal, ready for the 12 hour night bus to La Paz&#8230;&#8230;

... I know they bloody love their cameras, so I knew my little photographic device would be in capable hands... or so I thought. The bloke told me it would cost $35, which was expensive, but with the dirt-removal being an absolute necessity and him refusing any lower amount, I handed over my camera and left. Ready by 2pm tomorrow, he said.<br><br>I wandered around the streets for the next few hours and had a bit of an explore (though couldn´t take any photos, annoyingly). The Plaza 25 de Mayo ...