Travel to Potosi? This makes interesting reading.

The hole seemed to get smaller as I was forced to drop to my knees in order to advance forward. Wobbling along like a penguin in this crouched position, I wasn't able to get somewhat comfortable again until the area opened back up. All I could see in front of me was what the powerful glare of my halogen headlamp revealed. A jagged rocky interior with pellets of water clinging at each point. Endless clouds of dusts so thick that it felt like you had to choke down each breath.

Our guide turned to us with a grin stretching from one end of his face to the other revealing a couple missing front teeth. "How everyone doing?" he asks in a broken but jovial English accent. He didn't get much of a response. Suffice to say, group moral was a bit low. Our guide reassured us we only have a bit further to go.


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