We took a bus from Jujuy to La Quiaca today, but for those of you who are mentally picturing a Greyhound, knock it off. This bus wouldn't go more than 30 miles an hour for the first leg of the journey, and we genuinely thought of getting off and walking alongside it, occasionally patting it on the side like an old mule about to be put out to pasture. When it got up to about 55, we cheered-- until the DOOR FELL OFF. What was supposed to be a 4 hour trip to the border turned out to be a 7 hour pathetic limp across northern Argentina, stopping on roadsides and at mechanics without any hope of reattaching said door.
Now we're hanging out on the Bolivian border, chewing coca leaves and plotting how to not get denied entry and/or robbed tomorrow morning as we head into Evo Morales territory. Stay tuned.