Villazon

Bolivia

July 2008
1 days

And thus to Bolivia where life gets cheaper in more ways than one...

Not too much to say about Villazon as, at best, it is a town to pass through. After avoiding the myriad of contraband goods on sale and having warmed myself in the midday sun (along with a couple of mad dogs - good idea for a song?) I boarded the train to Uyuni with a random assemblage of other travellers met along the way.

Train travel boasts a unque fillip over that of travelling by bus - the buffet car. After finishing a rather ominous looking dinner it was time to try and blank out the bumpy track, aging rolling stock and precipitous drops which escorted our rather slow progress. In the absence of sleeping pills, horse tranquilisers or stories beginning - When I was in... - it was time to decamp to the buffet car and proceed to get quite merrily drunk. The hangover with which I awoke at 2am the next morning in the minus temperatures of Uyuni was truly a thing to cherish...

And thus to the end of the world...

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