Onwards to Sucre!

29th of April:

You would think that getting to Sucre would be easy, just a nice comfy 10 hour busride... Well after eating at Minuteman last night, I got a bad case of food poisoning, my third. This time was a lot worse than in La Paz, but I managed... Sort of. I began by going out to find breakfast, but returning to my hotel feeling very ill. I knew I had to go on a busride to Sucre, and that even standing still or sitting on my bed, I felt as if I was about to vomit, so a bumpy road, 7 hours long (the 7 hour trip to Potosi is unpaved, the part from Potosi to Sucre is paved) would not be a good idea. However I wanted to go, there is nothing in Uyuni and plenty in Sucre... So I did what I thought I would never do... I shoved two fingers down my throat, forcing myself to vomit, and was done with it.

I went down to the bus stop, just to have a kind lady tell me that my bus was canceled... But luckily I got a free transfer to another bus company, so I loaded my rucksack onto a nice looking bus and went inside, still feeling rather queasy. And of course it wasn't much more than 45 minutes before I thought to myself "oh... fuck" and vomited down on the floor in front of me, much to the surprise of well... Everybody.

So I spent the remaining 6 hours and 15 minutes with my head hanging down, and just trying to force off the thirst, dehydration, headache and boredom; but of course it didn't last long till some South American idiot slammed his seat down on top of my head, and greatly worsened my headache. If I thought my 3 day trip from Asunción to Cuzco was bad... I had no idea what it could be like. After hours of pain, we arrived in Potosi, which meant that there would only be 3 hours left, but I called it quits, right then and there.

I took a taxi back to the hostel I had stayed at before, "La Casona", and went straight to bed. However there was a lot going on in my dorm room, so instead I started talking with a Kiwi (New Zealander) named Andrew, for quite a while, before I finally saw an opportunity to... Go out to the reception, buy a busticket for the next day, do my emails and then go to bed.

30th of April:

Early morning and I was feeling fine, so I went out and had a big hearty breakfast (not eating for more then a day, does make you hungry, and the food poisoning has passed). I then kicked about the entire day, mostly uploading pictures to flickr, before my bus finally left at 13 o'clock, where I was seated just behind Andrew and his two friends he was traveling with, Trevor and Trevor's girlfriend Tamsyn (don't ask me). The busride was quite enjoyable, and I got to finish Memoirs of a Geisha (I hadn't been able to finish it the previous day due to my illness), and immediately began reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

In time I arrived in Sucre, and hailed a taxi to take me to the Amigo Hostel, where I checked in, and set out looking for a net cafe with a working headset, something I never managed. So I found a call centre (they have more of those, than you would ever want to know), and called home, both to my mother and father.
I then walked back to my hostel and uploaded the last of my pictures from Salar De Uyuni, and then felt rather hungry. So I asked for a good place to eat dinner... And I believe it or not I was directed to a pizzeria, where of course I went. At the pizzeria, I was fortunate enough to meet Andrew, Trevor and Tamsyn. So we each had pizza, and then went back to the hostel and watch Chronicles of Narnia together, and I must say that I was quite pleasantly surprised. Afterwards it was late enough to be bedtime, so I went to bed.