Potosi is one of the main cities of Bolivia, it´s actually one of the highest cities having more than 100,000 inhabitants in the world. it is well known for its mines, hundreds and thousands of it. Silver mines where slavery lasted for decades.
It´s a very nice city, pleasant, with a lot of small streets, the kind of city you won´t expect to encounter in this country. Very nice. After the trek in the Salar, we really needed a rest, we arrived during the afternoon, found a hostel (La campaña de Jesus, an ancient monastery) had diner and went to sleep.
The next day, we had a nap on the afternoon after lunch (still very tired) and went up to have a view on the city, just near the mines, we saw the miners going back home after work. We didn´t want to visit a mine (the main attraction in the city) I, because of the claustrophobia, and Adrien because he didn´t want to be stuck in a tiny place. We visited a museum instead (the Santa Theresa museum) an ancient monastery. It was very interesting, kind of crazy also. Inside we met our friends from the tour, Gunther and Nathalie! So funny. After the best diner ever, we went to a tiny bar "Top bar" to have a drink, it was a small place with very nice music and gentle old barman.
We were both really sick at night and slept horribly.
The next day there was a party in the main square, with music and a lot of flowers, definetely I love bolivian´s street fiestas! We went to buy our bus tickets at the bus station using a collectivos , it´s funny how much you see using the public transportation. People were really nice with us. Really helpful.
We had lunch in a veggie place, and second time we encountered our friends Gunther and Nathalie! Had lunch all together and they left for Sucre. We tryed to have a rest in a hostel and somehow left after some eating and a lot of tea. (They have very good tea)
We spend the night in the bus to Lima, both slept like babies all the way. Arrived in the morning around 6 pm went to the same hostel, had a rest, went back to the indian restaurant for a good lunch menu and did some shopping.
After a short night sleep, Adrien went to the airport and I went to the bus station at 4.30am.
I took the bus to Arica, the way is known to be the most spectacular route that cross the Andes, and seriously it was! Amazing landscapes, mountains, snow, lamas of course, lagoons, clear blue lake, volcanos, and at some point, I woke up surrounded with dunes, sand all over, and the fresh humid air, I knew I was close to the ocean. Such a good air, comparing to the desert. I think I had enough with the dryed cold desert.
Now, it´s time to swim.
Arica est au Chili et au bord du pacifique ?
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Sinon sache que ça été la révolution en Tunisie, Ben Ali le président mafieux s'est sauvé avec sa famille par avion(il est en Arabie Saoudite).
C'est la rue (les jeunes....) qui a eu sa peau mais au prix de près de 100 morts en 3 semaines (la police a tiré sur les manifestants).
Sarko tj aussi nul n'a même pas réagi, maintenant il essaie de se rattraper en disant qu'il bloque ses avoirs.
Actuellement, il y a un certain chaos à Tunis. L'armée semble prendre le contrôle de la rue, des élections sont annoncées d'ici 2 mois.
Incroyable! J en savais rien. Je comprends mieux tes post sur facebook.
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