¡Así es Bolivia!
By the end of the next two bus rides, I would resolve with a sweet-and-sour decision. Natalia and I arrived to the terminal about one hour early and the place was completely packed with people. We checked in at the office to see where we needed to go, the lady told us, and I had to leave my checked-backpack with her before going downstairs to the buses. What the... ? I have never had to do this before and I was paranoid about not being able to see my bag go underneath. Street Art in La Paz There were buses everywhere they could fit but ours was there... so I thought. I walked up to the conductor, he looks at my ticket and tells me, "otro bus." Nooooo, this is my bus? It was in the stall / carril assigned to us. But as the time got near to board and depart, the marquee said they were leaving at 7:45 P.M. Ours was 8 P.M. Hmmmm... Street Art in La Paz Luckily, a local walked up to us and started explaining everything that was happening. There was another bus for us.....