After finishing our South-west trip we wanted to go furtheron to Potosí. At the beginning we didn't realize anything. But we should have, because it was really the first time we had some problems getting a bus ticket. But finally we were lucky and were able to reserve the tickets the evening before. When sitting in the bus the next day more and more people came in we didn't realize anything again. A bus turned out, that's what the said. But we had our seats and busses packed with lots of people, that was not really new for us. Not until the next day, when we wanted to go on to Sucre, we slowly hit on it.

There was just emptiness in the bus terminal. 'Bus strike' that's what they told us for the first time, 'but of course there are buses, they just don't leave from the terminal, but from a totally different location!' So of course there were some guys who wanted to do the business and didn't care about the strike. But it was a hard piece of work to ask us to the 'new terminal'! But in the end we arrived in the nicest city (by far) of Bolivia, in Sucre.
Sucre will stay in our minds, especially because of two things:
First of all the Joyride, a bar managed by dutch guys. The first time since leaving Germany it was a bar, like you would expect one in Germany - furthermore the food and the drinks and at long last the service had 'european style'. And for the first time in 7 months we drank german beer (Erdinger Weissbier dunkel) and - which was very interessting - for only 2.50 EUR; it was cheaper than in Germany. We really enjoyed our evenings there - including my birthday!!
Second, we did a small trip with the Dino-Truck. It lead us to a near quarry. Some years ago, scientists found dinosaur tracks there, which were preserved for millions of years.

Still bus strike: But we knew already from where the busses leave to Potosí. That's why the way back was not a problem at all. But it was very different with our way further on to Argentina: After getting back to Potosí on a sunday afternoon, the bus terminal was still empty. But maybe we would be more lucky the next morning (Monday)! We weren't, but a very friendly woman explained us at about 7am again, that there are of course busses to the border, but not from the busterminal ... ok, ok, that's what we knew already. Ok back into the next taxi. But the taxi driver had other informations: "The busses don't leave there, but I know where they are leaving, but it's a bit more expensive to go there!" Again, this kind of patters are well known to us: He just wants to get more money from us and we insisted to go to the place the woman told us before. But ... the taxi driver was right; again no busses at all! Ok let's go to 'his' place, a street crossing just outside the town. Actually there were busses (unfortunately they went into the wrong directions) and an empty cattle carrier. After a short question we knew it: We are going to the border on the bed of a cattle carrier. It will just take us 9 hours, us and about 10 more locals.
There are three more points, which I should maybe mention:
1. Potosí is one of the highest cities in the world and is located at more than 4000m. In that altitude in the morning it is amazingly cold and we had to cover into everything (icluding sleeping bags) we had with us.
2. On our way to the border there were nearly no paved roads and even now as I write this story almost a month later our things are not completely 'dedusted'.

3. Our spinal discs had to suffer a lot and now we know how the animals feel on such a transport. As you see on the video, Marion looks not happy at all!
But we were able to escape the bus strike and after our border crossing in the evening we returned to civilisation ... but more about this in our next reports