We flew into LaPaz, a city built into a giant crater at an altitude of 3680 meters above sea level. The airport sits on a flat plateau above the city and the taxi ride into town was all downhill with lights of this city of 1.5 million dotting the hills and landscape. Despite our pre-med for altitude sickness, we both felt a little nausea with headache that soon passed. The next morning we boarded a bus to Cochabamba....over the hills and down the mountains. We had both read about the buses in Bolivia, although this one was comfortable and the roads were paved. I made sure Deb made the trip in fine fashion and my multi-drug regimen for nausea, frequent urination, panic, and altitude did the trick for her. After 9 hours, one pretty bad Jean Claude Van Damme movie and one flat tire we arrived safely in Cochabamba.
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