Hotel Qantati Putre
208 Huela Putre, Chile
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Altitude Sickness Is A Real Thing.
... a headache with which I could cope, but poor flatulent photo mamita felt the altitude and had a few not so discreet voms.
Toilet stop...mujeres is "malo" so they unlock Hombres for us...this isn´t malo? The toilet doesn´t flush and there is no water from the taps...a poster on the wall, possibly for comic affect urges you to conserve water.
Day one tour...I will show you pictures instead....
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Finally escaping Bolivia: Patacamaya to Putre.
... Pomerate which sat just on the Chilean side of the border. We reached the back of a two mile queue of trucks that let us know we had reached the border. Being a car we were able to jump the queue to the front. In a final flourish of Bolivian unhelpfulness there was nothing to indicate that the first jumble of buildings we reached was only for incoming traffic and we had to get back in the car and travel another 5km or so to the Chilean ...
Spur of the moment side trip
... happy to have a look around and see what was on offer. We were walking towards the main square when someone asked us what we looking for in German accented English. "Accommodation" we said. “Anywhere in particular?” he said. I threw out the name of the LP place, Chakana, “that's me!” he replied, “do you want a lift?”. We hoped straight in his van and after a short trip out of town ended up in one of the best places we’ve stayed so far. Chakana is ...
Lauca National Park
... to the side of the road and we waited. No problem, I thought, just a police checkpoint and returned to my catnap. After awhile, I sensed Curt get up and leave the bus. If this was a police checkpoint, that probably wasn't a good idea, but then I peeked out the window and saw a few people milling around smoking cigarettes. So, I shrugged it off and went back to sleep. I don't know how much time passed after that, but Curt was on the bus and I awoke to our bus moving. All seemed to ...
Retour vers le Chili
... pour sortir de Bolivie ?
Le bus m'a laissé à Patacamaya à 15h40. Un camion était arrêté sur le bord de la route, je lui ai demandé s'il allait vers le Chili, il m'a dit que oui, et il a été d'accord pour me prendre en stop. Le chauffeur était sympa, et il y avait une femme qui voyageait avec lui. On était donc trois dans la cabine, je leur ai offert des pommes, il fallait de toute façon les finir avant la frontière. Je suivais exacement la même route que trois semaines ...
