Leaving Samaipata I was completely ready to break with my penny-pinching ways and try and fly from Bolivia’s largest city, Santa Cruz, to the small town of Rurrenabaque, where I would hopefully be booking myself onto a couple of tours - both of the Pampas wetlands and of the Rainforest. However, in what seems to be Bolivian style, the flight no longer existed and so it was on the bus for young Marky. The journey wasn’t too bad at all, given the horror stories from other travellers, and I broke it up with an overnight stay in Trinidad. Not the Caribbean unfortunately, but a bit of a hole whose “highlight” - Laguna Suarez - was a muddy brown lake with gale force winds and the worst, most expensive food I have yet encountered in Bolivia!! Anyway,
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