the night bus...

Got our midnight bus from salta just after I forgot my hoodie and essential reading of Pilger...(got 5 pages left so would just be damn annoying!).

Bus was well uncomfortable bumpy and rubbish...so ddnt sleep!

Got to the shadiest little bus station on the border at about 6 am an hour early...and _bloody hell it was cold, so immediately havianas got ditched and everything got put on! Like some very sketchy empty town glimpse on light coming up on the horizon...good stuff and a few huddled travelers clueless on how to proceed. So after sorting the essential by getting some local cuisine from a soon to be typical sight, old woman with a dark leathery face, pilgrim eske hat, 4 skirts, brightly coloured blanket on her back. Had some sort of pattie deep fried with what we could only describe as sweet mulled wine. I then persuaded Owen that it wouldn't be too scary to head down the dark road to the border. So we arrived at the border after hearing a tale how some guy had been lead to the middle of nowhere as someone tried to take his passport but just legged it! Not on the ball obviously needed local fast food!

After the laborious task of checking out of Argentina and then going through customs into Bolivia which resembled a tuck shop with an enormous poster of Eva Morales! Also much to the locals amusement some people were trying to cross the border illegally, it was like listening to a football match all the cheering!