Our Journey to Bolivia

Trip Start Sep 22, 2006
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Saturday, October 21, 2006

So we jumped on our bus in Arequipa to go all the way to Bolivia, a 12 hour bus ride. Only an hour into the journey and I needed to go the toilet (no surprises here). So I walked up to the back of the bus, dreading the sights I may be exposed to behind the little door. Oh its locked. SO I go down to the driver to get the key. He tells me that the toilet is īno funcionaī. But I REALLY need to go and no stops for another 6 hours, no way can I hold that long. So he stops the bus in the middle of the road and I get out to pee. I spent a couple of minutes running around and testing out the rocks in hope of finding one big enough to cover me from view of the whole left side of the bus. Bilīs sitting on the bus, said every Peruvian was having a good old laugh at me. Anyway so when I get back on, the driver wont let me leave the cabin. He just keeps talking and talking. So I sit down front with him. leaving poor Bils wondering if the bus driver had left this little Aussie on the side of the road. So I tell him I will stay and chat if my friend can come too. Bilīs and I spent the next 6 hours with front seat views of the most beautiful scenery. Although there were many times I was sitting with my eyes closed, wishing I was back sleeping with the rest of the passengers. Unaware of how close we came to colliding into other cars. Our bus driver really didn't care too much for watching the road. He was happy chatting away and taking photos all whilst overtaking mahosive trucks.

Anyway we stop at Puno for a couple of hours and jump on our next bus. Half way through the journey the bus stops in this little town and the driver jumps off with present in hand, to a wedding down the road. There was no way we were going to let our driver have all the fun while we waited on the bus, so we followed him in. It was hilarious all these old Peruvians necking bottles of beer. They gave us bottles and cups and just kept saying drink, drink. They certainly don't nurse there drinks in this country. So after too many beers and a bit of a boogie we get back on the bus with our hair full of confetti.

If only all bus journeys were this eventful.
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