We took a taxi from Sucre to the not-so-impressive La Casona hostal in Potosí, one of the world's highest cities at 4090m, ate in a local dirt cheap but good barbeque place (who know you could mix fries with rice porridge and it wouldn't taste disgusting?) and showed up on a small square just in time to become the target of a local stand-up comedian. He was pretty good and we pretended to understand and laughed at even the lines we didn't quite get.
On the next day my brave travel companions took a tour to a local mine where an average worker lasts only ten years before dying of respiratory diseases due to high exposure to noxious chemicals like asbestos and arsenic dripping off all the walls around them. I preferred to go to the dentist instead (a new filling for 8€ - YTHS prices!). My miners made it back alive and dirty and we celebrated their return by eating Italian food in a gringo place and buying warmer clothes for our next target – Uyuni.
When we tried to buy a ticket for a bus to there the next morning our hostel receptionist told us that all the seats were already taken for the day, but in the end said (probably only to compensate the fact that their pathetic laundry service had left all my black clothes more stained than they ever were before the washing) we could go see at the bus terminal anyway. And of course there were plenty of buses there to choose from going every half an hour (6h, 30Bv, 3€)!
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