Long, hot bus ride
Originally uploaded by fake fotos
Yes, yes. Bolivia, yet again. And I spent so little time there. However, most of it, like this here busride, was unforgettable. This one almost turned me off of busses forever. Where have I heard that whiny little voice before? Oh, yeah, right here on this upstanding blog. Ten hours from Uyuni to Tupiza. In one of the ubiquitous Landrovers it would have been 5 or 6. But, thanks to a strike at the local train station, I had to hop on this bus and get myself to Argentina, or somewhere close. Anyway, it was so long ago, I can´t remember it well enough to complain anymore than I already have. Now it is just one of those good times, great times! memories.
But once I hit Argentina shortly after this ride, it felt like I´d travelled 40 years into the future. Paved roads, a seat all to myself, air conditioning and friendly policemen and women shaking down the Bolivians who´d crossed over into Argentina. Did I say 40 years into the future?
The migration police barely looked at my passport, but they sure took an interest in the bottle of normal, run-of-the mill soda the Bolivian in front of me had with him. Perhaps he had somehow opened it, injected it with - what, cocaine? - then *resealed* the bottle. You never can be too certain.
The super friendly Bolivians have gotten the worst rap from all sides down here. Contraband is big business in Bolivia, mainly because it arrives there extremely cheap and they make a bundle hauling it across the borders where they then mark it way up. Sounds like smart business to me, but I never studied economics, or contraband. My parents were into contradancing at one time, does that count?
Aside from the disturbing, gestapoesque intrusions on the bus, the trip through Argentina was dreamy.
Maybe someday I´ll actually be updating this thing in real time, telling you all how real it is while it´s happening. I´ll be the first not holding my breath.