Then down to Parinacota village, where I lucky to see the Andean Ibis.
After a mid morning cuppa, it was over to the border for me, and here I said my goodbyes to William. The buses over the border were delayed, so it was arranged that a Bolivian truck driver would take me over the border to the road junction to Sajama, where I wanted to spend the night.
I luckily got my second lift of the day, taking me the 11 miles into Sajama village itself. Sajama volcano, looking like a huge ice cream cone with it's numerous glaciers, is the highest peak in Bolivia at 6500m. Here I stopped another cold cold night, in a village without electricity (and that day any other tourists).
