After a final hostel breakfast, we bid farewell to the sweet hostel dog Kata, and walked to the bus terminal. All three of us were strategically covered in flea and mosquito bites, and my shoulders had gotten very sunburned (which usually doesn’t happen to me), so my giant heavy backpack suddenly seemed like a less amazing idea.
We arrived at the terminal and boarded our bus. Once again, we were on a double-decker, but this time, we had booked the Very Best Seats ever. We had the front seats on the bus’s second level, so we had a normal bus window on our side, and a giant, unobstructed picture window in front of us. The Andes Mountains unfolded before us.
Since we were traveling during the day, the bus-people played a movie on a tiny television screen above our heads: The Hangover, dubbed in Spanish with English subtitles. Read More