We were sad to leave Argentina, and even sadder when we arrived in Villazon, a Bolivian border town. The ride up to La Quiaca on theArgie side was spectacular, winding through multi coloured mountains, followed by a smooth, quick border crossing. Went to the first hotel we saw, opposite the bus station and got a room, which looked clean enough at a glance, but was without water, clean sheets and a seemingly endless loop of a brass band on the much publicised tv´s only channel. Set my watch off the large clock straight after crossing, knew there was a one hour difference, the clock was exactly an hour ahead. Walk around Villazon, relalise it´s a hell hole and we should just get the train first thing to Tupiza. Muy bien. Next day though Caroline felt a
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