Mom Says I'm Running Away

Day : 383
 
After a final, day of recovery from both the horses and our week of illness, Felicia and I boarded the night train north to Oruro, with the hopes of making it to one of South Americas more dangerous cities, La Paz, tomorrow.

Day: 382

I woke up feeling 98%, Felicia was feeling about half that.  Still determined we forced ourselves out of bed early, found our way to the train station (which, for any of you ever in Tupiza, isn’t ever actually open, no matter what the sign on the door says.) and bought a couple of tickets [...]

Day: 381

 
While I have started to feel better, Felicia is still struggling; I managed to get the money back for our two day horse tour, we watch quite a bit of CNN, and we are planning (if we feel up to it) to try for a shorter 5 hour horse tour of the area, before [...]

Day: 380

 
Not a lot happens when you are too sick to climb out of bed.  So guess what happened to Felicia and I today?
 
Not a lot…

Day: 379
 
I normally have a rather strong gut, but unfortunately Bolivia might have viruses which can compete with the assortment of worldly enzymes in my belly.  Worse than that, while I felt uncomfortable, it downright destroyed Felicia, leaving us both in bed to drink 7-UP (a remedy which she had never heard of) and wishing [...]

Day: 378

The woman at the bus station told us in an unsure voice that it was 4 hours from Uyuni to Tupiza; turns out my instinct was right and after 7 hours in a over crowded bus we arrived in the tiny canyon town of Tupiza, Bolivia.  We found a hotel and proceeded to do [...]