The Bus: Part 2

It would only make sense that we left Tupiza the way we arrived... The bus trip from Tupiza to Uyuni was shorter, but equally as painful. The road was also so bumpy that we thought the windows might break. Of course there was no bathroom, no leg room and it was raining again... in the bus. The best part of this trip however was the music; cumbia, blasting at full volume the entire time. (As one Bolivian told us, "Without cumbia there is no life." We let him know that we have surrvived 25 years of our lives just fine without it.) If you don't know what cumbia is, you should look it up and you'll quickly see why Laura and I almost threw ourselves from the bus half way through the trip.