Unfortunately Boxing Day was drive day, most of us got a good few hours sleep on Frida (the truck) and I managed to finish my book “Marching Power”, what a book! It was about a 10 hour drive, eating left over Christmas dinner when we stopped for lunch and arriving in Potosi, the highest city of its size in the world and the high altitude continues. The beauty of drive days is always the scenery, the countries being so large means miles of swerving roads through vast mountain range.
When we finally woke up, I let Stu have a lie in until about 7.30am, Christmas was in full flow in the UK. We managed to get some internet connection to Skype everyone at home, which was really nice. It started to make it feel a little like Christmas but sadly it will never be real Christmas when we are sat in a hotel lobby in the middle of La Paz, cars beeping frantically outside, the sun shining and the market stalls still chaotic.
It was decided that I should write about this as I loved it, for Chloe it was a tick in the box and I don’t think she’ll be getting back on a bike for a while. Thankfully we can write about this now that we have told everybody that we’ve done it and have come out unscathed.
The border crossing into Bolivia was surreal, after stamping out of Peru we walked over the bridge that separates the 2 countries and entered into a typical South American market place, we could easily have entered the country without going through border control, but we found the little building located in the middle of the markets and got our next stamp, welcome to Bolivia – bienvenidos Bolivia!