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Our lift to Neiva was mostly comfy but the hostel owner who was driving us was moody and drove like a lunatic - but then again he was French so really it was to be expected. By the time we got to Neiva we decided we were too tired to face another long 6-7 hour bus journey - not the 4 hour journey that we had been told about by the French hostel owner. This meant a trip around town in a taxi looking for a reasonably priced, clean, safe hotel which we found at Hotel Cristan.
So we now looked forward to a second stay in a non-gringo trail town in under a week. That afternoon we walked around the central shopping area and then caught a taxi to a shopping mall where we nearly went to the cinema. As all films were in Spanish we went to the supermarket and bought food and watched a film instead.
The next morning after a lie in and a trip for coffee/juice and a supermarket we headed for the bus station for another long bus journey....
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