In all fairness, it is like that because the altitude makes it difficult for planes to land there. The air is too thin to support big planes and the largest plane that is able to land there is a 727, which was the one I took.
There had been some problem with some emergency landing and my flight was delayed for over 3 hours. After a stop over in Santa Cruz to switch planes, I made it to Puerto Suarez, on the Brazilian border, at 7pm at nite.
Border towns give the creeps and this one was no different. The hostel here was he most expensive I had stayed in in all of Bolivia. After spending an uneventful night in Puerto Suarez, I crossed the border into Brazil. It was strange to read street signs in Portuguese. I would read them and try to make sense of them, even though I had already understood them.
A twenty hour bus ride separated me from my place. The bus was ride was fine. Not as good as in Argentina but infinitely better than in Bolivia. Border police was the rudest one I encountered in all of my trip. They were very rude to everyone on the bus, specially to Bolivians. Police in Brazil, and in South America in general, is hard to trust or feel comfortable around.
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