Jul 19, 2010
Aug 13, 2010
After they took their taxis to the airport and left and I was still teary- and had breakfast was Aoife and Lauren then packed our bags and we went to the supermarket then to a cafe for a sandwhich to use up time we had to wait for our own taxi to the airport.
The plane was the smallest plane I had ever travelled on, and I can now say I'm not a fan of small planes. The flight from Sucre to Santa Cruz, was only half an hour but it was sooooo ridiculously tummy churning and everyone had hangovers (except me thanks to my youth) from the night before, so they all had the sickbags out! Horrific scenes. We then took a taxi to Las Americanas- plush hotel- and chilled out for a couple of hours on facebook etc before dinner where we met Stefan- German- and our Argentinian leader Sebastian- both lovely!
Woke up just before 9 and it suddenly hit that I would have to say goodbye to everyone flying back to La Paz, those who's journey ends in Sucre. This includes Michelle and Rickie, the two that I had bonded with the most since arriving in Bolivia, and the fact that I'd only known them for such a short period of time seems ridiculous. Writing this with 1 year and a half hindsight I can confirm that this is a lifelong friendship I have made with these two sisters, as I have just come back from an amazing weekend spent visiting them in Denmark, and Michelle is actually joining me at the University of Southampton for a Semester this year through eramus. So all is well in the World, and I truly made lifelong friends in these two and I can't describe my feelings saying goodbye to them, they had in some ways looked after my young self. Cry baby. Cry baby was the only way to describe me, I was so upset to continue my journey without them! The majority of the people I'd spent my time with, were going to be continuing with me into the depths of Brazil so at the same time, I was also excited to start stage 2 of my adventure