Cochabamba, Bolivia
The next day, after I gave myself a good talking to about pissing around, I hopped into a cab and went to the bus station. 30 Bolivianos later (3 pounds), I was on a bus heading for Cochabamba. The journey took me over high passes of well over 4000m and through various different terrains. Now in my old age and wisdom and after having been introduced to them, I've ensured that I'm always on a coach (if possible), that has a bano (toilet), especially if the journe...