part II: the world's highest city.

spending the night in uyuni, and tending to some much needed laundry, (there was salt everywhere..) we left the next day to potosi - the world's highest city. i had come down with a bit of a head cold, and after experiencing the chicken bus to uyuni, i may have preferred it to the cramped and cold 6 hour bus to potosi..

arriving at 3 o'clock in the morning, we taxied to the nearest hostal and after a hot shower, felt that the blood was moving enough to get into bed and not freeze.. twenty minutes later, my worst fears became reality.. danelle woke me to say that she was having trouble breathing. the altitude was intense, but it was something we had already experienced, and so mike and i spent the early hours of the morning trying to calm her and focus on deep breathing techniques. i tried the office downstairs, but there was no answer at 4am.. and so we were helpless until a reasonable hour in the morning, finding no hospital address or number in our lonely planet.

the next morning danelle was extremely weak and still having a hard time catching her breath. mike found a hospital just 2 blocks away, and moving slowly, we got danelle there and hooked up to some oxygen. after a shot in the ass, she was released. we figured our only option now was to go down. we got in the first shared taxi to sucre, and arriving 3 hours later, got to a hotel, and got her to bed. quite the way to spend our time at the top of the world.. at this point, with my head cold and an upset stomach, we were quite the pair.. poor mike.

both feeling much more energetic today, we are booked in for one more night. sucre looks like a beautiful little colonial city, and i hope to get to experience some of it in the morning!