Potosi, Bolivia

So we got the bus from Sucre to Potosi, nice easy trip. Arrived into the the swishet bus station ever, jumped in a taxi to the not so wish 'X-terminal' were our connecting bus went from. We then tried to get another bus to Uyuni, no such luck. The buses were all too quiet and had been cancelled that day. Not to worry we thought, just stay the night here and get the first one out in the morning. Booked our tickets and had a quick scan in our bible (Lonely Planet's South America book) and off we popped in a taxi.

We chose our hostel as it was HI affiliated, all the others had been great, good facilities, clean, hot water, the works! This one was the polar opposite. I called it 'rustic', Phil said 'Shit hole'. The walls were bright pink with black zebra like patterns on them, which would have been cool if there wasn't names and rosie hearts jim idst etc scratched in them. The beds felt like they would collapse any minute. I had to work myself up to go to the loo and we went and bought baby wipes rather than face the showers. Only for one night though.

Potosi itself is a mining town, not the prettiest, nor friendliest, nor anything really. We went out for dinner, had a 'chifa' then hit the sack.

Salt flats here we come again!!