The bus unbelievably made it in early to Cochabamba (I thought everything was always late in South America?), at 5am, which was not what we wanted as we couldn’t go to the hostel till about 7am, so we had a 2 hour wait in the terminal. It was actually quite an interesting few hours as we people watched the whole time. The place was absolutely rampacked, even at that hour, and we saw crazy things like a sheep getting on a bus, ladies carrying round petrol jerry cans filled with tea and coffee for sale, lots of indigenous ladies, machine like in strength yet rather on the large side, kids running around playing the Daytona machine happily and helpful bus employees watching the women lug around their heavy bags while chatting to their mates. Outside the
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