So, where were we…ah yes, we had just finished the tour of the salt flats and the train graveyard, and had entered the town of Uyuni, then quickly left it. It has the same atmosphere as Portsmouth on a wet Friday night – can’t say much more than that. To escape, your correspondent took on the role of official bus booker and so, booked a bus to Sucre. Rather than having to stay overnight, I immediately booked an overnight bus and rushed to tell Wendy. Did she congratulate me on my booking skills, nay dear readers she did not. I was berarted for not checking if it was a direct bus, or if it stopped elsewhere – more on that later. Later. No, it was not a direct bus, there was a two hour stopover in
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