Observations on a Bolivian bus ride.
I arrived at bus station (and I use this term lightly, it was actually the side of the road in the middle of nowhere at some tiny restaurant) at 6:30pm in anticipation for the 7:00 bus. The bus naturally arrived at 9:20. We walked onto the bus and argued with whomever was in our seats because assigned seating means nothing here, sat down and realized that the seats must be made for children, yogis...
You know life is good when you’re twelve days into the new year and you’ve already read eight books.
I only have one resolution: find hashbrowns.