Last pictures of Santa Cruz
Monday
arrived with a Bang!
We checked
out and strolled towards the bus terminal that was also the train terminal.
It’s one of the few remaining lines here in Bolivia. It stretches from Santa
Cruz to Puerto Suarez. This city borders the Brazilian town of Curumba. And we were going to take exactly that train
to get to the border. It was more expensive than bus, but we were a little fed
up with the buses and Nathy had never taken the train. It’s almost a win-win
situation for both of us (without the expensive part that is)
Santa Cruz
In the Train!
We took the
train and off we went. While on the train, we found out that the train was referred
as “El Tren de la Muerte”, the death train. Ugh… That did not sound very
comfortable, so we asked why the heck it was called like that. Well, in olden
times the train was always full of people and there were no control as of today.
What happened in olden times was that people got robbed left and right and
thrown off the train to cover any clues that there had been any robbery in the
first place. Well, now it wasn’t like that at all. Security was very high and since
the price to take the train was much higher than taking a bus, well… It wasn’t
as popular. Anyway, we took the train and it was great. It was comfortable and
spacey, and we even got dinner served. It wasn’t a great dish, but good enough
for us. The next day we arrived at our destination, the town of Puerto Suarez. From
there we just walked over the border towards Brazil. At the Brazilian border we
had to take a bus to the town of Curumba and man, you could see the change of
culture. People were super happy and we started to make conversation already on
the bus to town, something that hadn’t happened while our stay in Bolivia. Good
change, we sure wanted to blend in with the locals and I personally was
wondering how or why the Bolivians were such an introvert people, so closed and not so talkative like the rest of their south American brothers. Not
that all of them were like that, but a great deal of the Bolivians we met. The
Brazilians were totally the opposite of that.
Anyway, we
arrived at the local bus terminal and had to take another bus to another
terminal if we wanted to take the bus towards Campo Grande. Of course we wanted
that, so we went there, bought our tickets and waited. While we waited, Nathy
even got interviewed by the local TV network, they were asking random people
what they thought of the new bus terminal or something like that, heh, funny.
Ok, our bus is here, talk more tomorrow.
Next up…
Campo
Grande
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