The next morning I joined a taxi with some other people from the hostel to go to Potosi. It didn’t cost a lot more then the regular bus and the driver stopped in two nice places. One was an old church now being turned into a hotel and the other one was an old bridge. It was a large hanging bridge with tall towers on each side of the river. It was strange, for me it seemed out of place in this environment. It looked to me like a medieval bridge somewhere in Europe, but it was very impressive. It hurt not to have a camera.