third-class seat

I saw some ruins outside of Samaipata the next day. A pre-Inca site with ceremonial figures carved into a huge slab of rock, El Fuerte. I Walked back to town - beautiful countryside - mandarin orange country.
I tried to buy a overnite 2nd class ticket to Sucre (about 12 hours), but all were sold out so I bought 3rd class. I thought the ride would be terrible so I went to the local pharmacy staffed by a 15-year old Bolivian girl. I asked for something to help me sleep on the bus. Two options, both prescription strength: mild or strong. Strong, of course.
Waited at a restaurant and met some Australians. The bus was an hour late and was absolutely packed. There were people riding in the luggage compartments in the bottom of the bus. I quickly hopped aboard and left my book on the counter at the restaurant. Fuck. I have a problem with losing things lately.
Stopped for a greasy dinner.
Party Time.
Took one - felt good - hung my head out the window like an jubilant dog. Shot some photos of complete darkness. This isn't working - I need another.
After this I remember only fragments of the night. Had hiccups at some point. Got out to pee wearing my headlamp in the middle of nowhere. Wrote something in my journal. Next thing I definitively remember is a policeman on the bus asking me for my papers.
"Gracias, David Hixon"
"And a good day to you, sir"
Arrived in Sucre - the Australians had arrived on another bus - they had my book!
Today - dinosaur tracks. Tomorrow is election day.

P.S. The following is what I wrote in my journal - atleast what I can make of it:

The bus is full of anomalies. I have the hiccups. Things are going quickly outside. We must keep a calm positive and enjoy the progressive workings of our truck trip.

Saw a giant gopher cleaning out its burrow. Saw Santa Claus disguised in the trees.

Hi
Hippopotamus Rocks

Hiccups
Richeousness of river crossing?

Great Eagle commands
- size of one tree

The stars were like wadded beautiful wallpaper of death - bonewhite plants grasping for sunlite.

Lament Women as
shrub

Hiccups!