I don't know if the 3 military guys with guns were supposed to make us feel safer, but the massive waves sure didn't help.
They dropped us on the other side, while the bus went on another boat. In the meantime they didn't give us ANY instruction on what to do when we got to the other side. We just stood there for 20 minutes in freezing cold, not knowing when or where the bus was gonna show up, we could have been there all night for all we knew. We kept going up & up & up the mountains, had to take the altitude medication yet again.
Arriving to La Paz was a little scary at 10pm, with strange streets with homeless people and stray dogs and tons of police. Our hotel was out of space (we arrived a day too late since we made that detour at Copacabana). After about 3 tries, we finally found a nice hotel, with good cable TV with American channels, and some episodes of Orange County. Yay!
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i remember the trip to la paz as being more melodramatic. specifically when the cops stopped the bus, my diahrea flared up and i was in a cold sweat thinking: how can i run out of the bus do #d by the side of the road without looking suspicious to the paramillitaries going through our bags. alas i held firm until 4 hours later on arrival to la paz...sigh. lesson of the story
: avoid eggs over easy on isla del sol.
Oh yeah, I also remember thinking "are altitude pills legal around here?" Pretty scary night.
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