Villazon to Tupiza, we are here now what!??

We got to Tupiza at night, it was a really small town out of what we could see around ourselves. It was a Sunday night, the weather was nice the ride was over and we were supoused to find a hostel where to sleep. So we started walking with our backpacks around the small town checking for a place where to pass the night.


Damian and I walked for around 30 minutes without finding a hostel so we decided to swallow our backpacker's pride and we asked to some girls that where walking around there. They told us they knew a place, so we just followed them without doubting because we were starving and we definitely needed a hostel where to sleep.

Finally walking through some of the narrow streets we got to the Hostel, we left our stuff in the room, the girls waited for us, and they took us to a place where we could eat something...

Two Backpackers in Bolivia passed out in a bus!!

As soon as we crossed the bridge carrying our heavy Backpacks in Bolivian territory, we met again with the little boys that offered to guide us to cross the border, asking for some money for their "service"... No way we are Backpackers we replied!!.

Then we asked where was the bus station to which we had like a 200 meters to walk till we got there. We arrived to the place and we asked to one bus driver at what time was the next bus going to Villazon (Our first city to visit in Bolivia), and he replied us right now!!!!,,,,, SO WHERE DO WE BUY THE TICKETS.... and he pointed us a small window at a 10 meter distance....

We started running, to get get our tickets (we paid with argentinian pesos), and returned running with our Backpacks... We made it!!, we got in the bus....and suddenly!!!! I start feeling really really sick, like fading away in slow motion.... I was about to pass out (we were running in a very very high altitude city with heavy backpacks as if we were in the flat Bs As almost at the see altitude), and started saying to myself in mi head Why here why like this.... and I passed out and Damian did as well, one next to the other....

Really bad experience, that's what I wrote in my Backpacker Diary afterwards....
Like 10 minutes later we woke up and decided that whatever havened Bolivia wasn't the right place to run with heavy Backpacks..... not even for backpackers like us!!

Let's get the bus ticket to Bolivia

Two day later Damian calls me, and asks me when can we go to buy the tickets, to my answer "this afternoon is good for me", so he picked me up from my job and we went straight to "Retiro Bus Station". That is the main bus and Train Station in Argentina, from there buses going all over the country leaving every minute....
So we go to Retiro park the car and get in, looking for our bus tickets, without really knowing even to where should we travel to cross the border (walking with our backpPublish Postacks) to Bolivia.
We asked in some of the companies until one girl from the other side of the window explained to us that we had to buy a ticket to La Quiaca in the Jujuy Province(see map) and from there take our backpacks and cross the border to the first city in Bolivia called Villazón through a concrete bridge where you can make customs and migrations.
So let's do it, we bought our tickets (one way, because backpackers never schedule!!), we paid around $125(around 40 US dollars) and that was it!!.
Then I looked to Damian and he looked at me right in the moment when internally I was asking to myself if this was a good idea, and I knew he was asking himself the same question.. two backpackers that barely know each other going on a two months trip...
Anyway we had our tickets, so there was nothing else to be done.... or maybe lot's of things...