You once wrote:

The llama was a special reproach to me.

‘The llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat,
With an indolent expression and an undulating throat,
like an unsuccessful literary man.’

I’m currently in Bolivia swigging, instead of your morphine spiked cement, nasty, pink, Pepto Bismol, and feeling a little sorry for myself, wondering what it is I’m doing here. I feel a little like the llama in your above prose. Nevertheless I have made it this far and will soldier on to my goal, The Old Patagonian Express.
I have discovered the only part of the line left running from La Paz to Buenos Aires is from Oruro to the Argentinean border at Villazon. So this will be my next and I believe, sadly my penultimate train ride, as the Lagos Del Sur Express is also out of action.
I hope you have been enjoying reading my blog and if you have any tips for the last few weeks of my journey then I’ll be pleased to hear them.

Best Wishes
Rachel Pook

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