Cochabamba Travel Blog› entry 14 of 45 › view all entries
After taking the bone shaking 'Death Train' and a bus ride I arrived in Cochabamba, a day ahead of schedule, after some tough decision making about my itinerary I decided in order to fit everything in I really wanted to do and give myself enough time I had to cut out Samiapata and miss out on the pre-Incan ruins at el Fuerte as well as the Che Guevara trail at Vilha Grande. I justified these painful emissions from trip with the thought that I was going to see Macchu Picchu after all and that I have already been to Santa Clara in Cuba to see Che's monument as well as trekking the Sierra Miestra.
After arriving in Santa Cruz it was another frustrating day of hanging around waiting for my night bus to Cochabamba, you can't really however get uptight about transport when travelling though as it's just the way it is.
I finally got to Cochabamba around 5am, i wasn't sure if the hostel would be open or how safe it was to wander around at that time so I took a cab. After 5-10 minutes of the taxi driver pressing the doorbell then battering the door down, I was greeted by the owner who was suprisingly chipper and friendly given the unsociable hour. It felt so good to get into bed after two days sleeping on buses and trains and after a few hours sleep and a lovely (if embarassingly cheap) breakfast I ventured back to the bus station to find out about buses to Sucre, these turned out to be only in the evening so I took the tough decision to move on again that night to give me more time there and in the rest of my preferred destinations.
After my dose of markets I headed up to witness Bolivia's answer to Christ The Reedemer (its apparenetly 3cm taller than its Brazilian counterpart, a case of one-upmanship perhaps?) and although it doesn't quite have the same magnificent setting as Rio, Cristo de la Concordia, as he's called, still had a great view and cute little cable cars to take you up to the top, the 1000 or so steps aren't recommended as people have been mugged going up them. It was also good to see what the statue looks like sans-scaffolding as its indetical to its Rio counterpart in form, maybe a sneaky bit of Photoshop is required to my Rio pics?
Later that day on my bus to Sucre the family curse of getting stuck next to the grossy overweight on modes of transport struck, as I got wedged in by a rather large man, why god? Why???? Thankfully for small mercies the fat man in question didn't at least snore his head off and I arrived in Sucre relatively unscathed at a more sociable hour of 7am.