On our way to the mines in Potosi we managed to reach Oruro.
Who are we? My godson, his mother, his father, his grandmother, a volunteer from the Netherlands who looks very much like Jesus Christ, and me.
The mother of my godson recommended a hotel nearly thirty kilometers outside the city.
The hotel is known for its hot water springs.
When we arrived there around 10 PM the hotel looked deserted. After ten minutes of honking, shouting, and knocking on doors and windows a man appeared who offered us three rooms for an unreasonable price. We accepted his offer.
I share my room with Jesus Christ.
The water is dirty but hot.