Bolivians are busy with no time for pleasantries.
No please, no thank you, no excuse me or sorry.
Which brings me to their buses.
A sorry state, they come in all shapes and sizes.
1st class means you are a 1st class fool
'cause the windscreen is broken
and your fellow passenger is a kid (goat that is).
But the beauty of the Bolivian landscapes are 1st class,
the artist and the conductor in San Jose are 1stclass.
Ciprian, our driver in Uyuni is 1stclass
and Helli from Austria, our fellow traveler, is a gem.
Quick as a flash, we do Copacabana to La Paz, Santa Cruz to San Jose,
Sucre to Potosi and Uyuni back to La Paz
to catch our breath, which was taking away.
Dust off, kick back.
Che is everywhere here.
The place where he never died.
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