Oruro

An easy four hour bus from la pas landed us in oruro…not really somewhere we wanted to visit, but just a city to break up the journey to sucre from. There was a lot of flooding around the city so it looked super sketch when we were rolling, but the city center turned out to be descent with some nice plazas and a movie theater that we frequented till we could leave the following night. The bus to sucre was pretty hellish, it left at ten at night and arrived at six the following morning. We got panoramic seats at the front of the bus which is usually great for the views, being a full moon night, but we were soon introduced to a ceaseless loud squeaking coming from the rooftop above our heads and an alarm that sounded out every time the driver went over 100km right in front of us which was way too frequent. I wrapped everything I could around my ears to deaden the noise and blasted music for the remainder of my sleepless night. Needless to say, Bolivia was pretty much biting it thus far.