Finding a reliable bus that leaves after 7am is as rare as finding a Bolivian beggar with teeth so the luxury of getting one at 10am meant we could not only enjoy a full nights sleep but we could get breakfast too. The ride was another bumpy affair made almost intolerably worse by the bloke next to me who was so happy with his bodily odour that he had decided to share it with everyone within a 2m radius.
We had a bit of trouble finding somewhere to stay and finally had to settle on a room that has a window so small it would keep an albino badger happy.
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