We were up and out of the police station just after 6am, the police officer so eager to go home that he was asking us to take our bags outside and put them on our bikes there. The breakfast options were slightly more varied than lunch or dinner, as there were a few old ladies with tables and what turned out to be overpriced and badly tasting quinoa with a piece of llama that was basically all bone. A bus left at 5:30, and then the next one at 8am. I was insistent on taking the bus because I had no desire to stand up for 200km, and it turned out to be a good decision. Short of a couple of views of Sayama, the tallest peak in Bolivia, the altiplano was flat, brown and with dull views the whole way along a road that was for a large part unpaved and bouncy.
Our hosts in Oruro, Marcos and Margarete, Brazilian medical students, were busy until 5pm and so after some delicious and cheap lunch we had a lazy afternoon. I sat in the train station getting blog posts written, while HJ was in an internet cafe doing her favourite thing – looking on SkyScanner daydreaming about flights. At 5, our hosts arrived and the night passed having a great time chatting away. As well as being lovely people, they had the rarest thing in Bolivia – good internet! We had two days off in the city and most of my time was spent catching up with the blog, or chatting with our lovely hosts. Oruro is the home of Bolivian carnival, but other than that it’s definitely not touristic. There are some hot springs nearby, but Marcos told me that they were not that great and mainly used by people to wash or do their laundry.