The bus took bloody ages, I managed to finish reading my book finally, and got a good enough nights sleep to feel revived the next day. I met a couple of English people and an Australian bloke at the bus station, they were on my bus to La Paz. The border crossing to get into Bolivia was awful, the actual passport control was about 4660m above sea level, as soon as I stepped off the bus I felt really light headed and a bit whoozy. I had a problem there because I had lost my form that I was given when I got into Chile, I managed to get a new one after a little while, I got all stamped up and was sent on my way onto the bus and into Bolivia.