The Bolivian airline which should have taken me to my final destination went bankrupt. As much as I worry for the Bolivian employees left without a job, my main concern now is how to get from Santa Cruz to Sucre.
In fact, let me be honest. I absolutely don't give a shit about all the employees left without a job. I worry about myself.
Somehow the cancelled 30 minutes flight translates into an 18 hours bus ride.
After a quick but intense last minute research I found out that more often than not, bus drivers are drunk, the roads are atrociously dangerous and buses have no toilet but plenty of drafts.
I can deal with drunk drivers and I could try to hold my pee for 18 hours but I don't deal very well with drafts.
I explained the situation to the Sucre hostel, since I might arrive one day late. I told them I might come by bus. Their reply? "oh.good luck".
Gracias,señor.
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