Our last day with JC and Pocho dawned in relative warmth. We got up for breakfast and then headed out to the golf course outside. JC had never played before, neither had Jose - the hotel manager. I was to teach them.
As you can see - the fairway leaves something to be desired.
The first tee
We played four holes and had great fun. Modesty prevents me saying who the victor was.
The players
On the way to Uyuni we stopped to see how the salt gets processed in small family run sheds. We also stopped at the handicraft market - I bought a pretty colourful flag that represents one of the various indigenous tribes.
JC then informed us that we could get a bus at 8pm instead of the train at 2:30am. I was a bit sad that we'd miss out on the train - but the timings for the bus were much better. He duly bought two tickets for us.
We had a happy, chatty lunch and then parted. It had been a great 5 days and we were sad to see them go.
We passed the time before the bus by visiting the train cemetery (after nearly being shot for walking into the army barracks by mistake).
Dead trains
It was a nice walk, marred only slightly by the rubbish strewn everywhere.
Dead bolier
When we got back to town, we went to the bus company to ask what time the bus got to La Paz. Lucky that we did, as they appeared to have overbooked our tickets. We were re-assigned our seats and went off for a nice pizza.
The bus trip was a bit annoying. For the bit where we had a good driver, the roads were rubbish. For the bit where the roads were tarmac, we had a rubbish driver. Hey-ho.
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