La Paz.
As I jumped on the bus it was hard to miss the large quantity of liquid draining from the engine bay however with very little Bolivianos left and no cash machine for 150km off to La Paz it was. Less than 2 hrs later the possible lack of break fluid was far from the biggest concern as we had arrived at the ferry port.
This was by far the most generous use of the word ferry I've ever seen. Luckily however we were all told to get off the bus and meet it on the other side. The bus then proceeded to drive onto a wooden raft with some sort of outward strapped to the back and set off.
Unsure of our fate we joined the queue of people eagerly waiting to clamber abroad a vessel, most likely used for transporting immigrants across the boarder in a previous life, to meet our bus on the other side.
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