Buses 2

It gets worse. Another bus came in 10 minutes ago and is just about to leave. It's 23:30, when my bus goes, and there's nothing else here. This one goes to Arica, which is not a super plausible destination for a bus going via San Pedro Atacama, but is not totally inconceivable to my geographically impaired mind. I asked the driver and he said it wasn't my bus, but I just don't trust myself to hear correctly.

I am sick of this crap. The only consolation is that I do have my hotel room here if I have now missed my bus.