Uynui to Sucre, by bus and taxi.

Trip Start Nov 03, 2012
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Trip End Dec 31, 2012


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Where I stayed
Wasi Masi Sucre
Read my review - 4/5 stars

Flag of Bolivia  , Chuquisaca,
Sunday, November 11, 2012

We arose somewhat refreshed and went down stairs to a breakfast of fruit salad, toast, chocolate cake and tea. The hotel is deceptively large and there was a constant stream of guests coming and going.
We needed to get to the road where the bus leaves by 9.30 for a 10am departure so we headed off, picking up some food and drink on the way.
We momentarily made the mistake of booking our luggage onto the bus only as far as Potosi, rectified that and in doing so met an Irish traveler on her way to Sucre also. It may have been fate, both the only tagging our luggage for Potosi as things would turn out.

Our bus left close to on time and the roads we were on were surprisingly good. However, as the trip moved into its second hour, we noticed a constant irregular rumbling, which, after a number of stops in which the driver and assistant looked suspiciously under the bus, we were unloaded for 20 mins while they jacked up the back left side and removed the inner of two tires for replacement.
We had stopped at a very lucky shop in the middle of nowhere which had 30+ people stretching their legs and wallets for a while.

Our arrival at Potosi was smooth and we discovered it was only Tina, myself and two Irish girls who were taking the connection onto Sucre.
Using what at the time was thought to be a perfectly clear Spanish question as to what time the bust left for Sucre to which we were told repeatedly 'tres y media' (3.30 to our mind... but we were sadly mistaken). As it was nearly 3pm at the time, we stood by our bags and near the bus, occasionally heading into the massive terminal (to the scream med chant of 'SSSSUCREEEE!' from the bus company touts.)
3.30 came and went. No sign of a driver or other passengers.
More fractured questioning lead to understanding our mistake.
We had inadvertently asked 'how long till the bus leaves' not 'what time does the bus leave'.
It was not 3.30, but 3 and a half hours.
The bust was scheduled for 5.30.
Some grumbling and annoyed comm entry later we decided with the Irish girls to catch a taxi (something often suggested by the tour guides) which cost 100BOB per person.
As out original bus ticket had cost 100BOB, for the both of us, from Uyuni to Sucre, it may be considered quite an expensive mistake, but as it is effectively the same cost for Tina or I to catch a taxi from Adelaide to our house, and is however over two and a half (or is that 2.30) hours, it is a bargain.

A scary one as it turns out. Our taxi driver believed deeply in god, the virgin Mary and constantly blessing himself an the car whenever we passed a roadside shrine.
Constantly.
It may have been linked to his belief that his little car had acceleration and handling traits beyond any actual reality.
Double lines went unnoticed.
Spending 40 seconds overtaking a truck, up a hit, around blind corners, was met with a gentle 'honk' should any other vehicle come barreling down on us as if to say 'cant you see I'm trying to pass here?'
More than once I smelt hot oil, and countless times we were entertained by the squeal of a prolonged, slightly too quickly taken corner.
conversation in the backseat between Tina and the girls had begun strongly, discussing recent experiences, offering advice, giving hints on places not to miss, (one of the best things about meeting fellow travelers during your journey), but eventually the silence grew, the knuckles whitened and one by one we considered offering him more money, just to stop overtaking and slow the hell down.
We arrived at the center square of Sucre a little after half 5, so would have arrived there more than 3 hours earlier than we would have expected to, by bus.
Said goodbye to the girls and headed up the road (after checking the lonely planet guide map multiple times to orientate ourselves) and arrived at Wasi Masi, our hostel for the next few days, the sun still up, and a sense of relaxation in our hearts.

Tina's altitude sickness had all but receded, but it had been replaced by a stomach upset that tested our extensive 'Global Medical' medical kit. So instead of going out for dinner, we went to the local market and bought some supplies to eat in our room, including a half bottle of wine for 14BOB.

Wasi Masi has a good firm wifi signal and so we spent the evening discussing what to do next, how long to stay in Sucre, options in medication and the fact our backs may complain about the fact we are sleeping this night on a futon, on the floor.

Skyped with Tina's brother, hoping to catch her niece but had forgotten the international date line, and she was at school.
Spoke with Tina's parents and eventually with my Dad also. The wifi seemed to be OK, but my computer seemed to be having a processing issue with sending picture, which improved only slightly when it was plugged into the mains.

It had not been a VERY long day, but long enough for us to choose an early night rather than a nighttime exploration of Sucre.

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Susie on

Hi guys, thanks for the blog, really enjoyed reading it so far! Hope u are over the worst of the sickness now! Looking forward to the next update, big hugs to u both :)

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