Bye George!

Just wanted to say another goodbye to our sensational friend and central figure of the Potosi Posse, George, who we met at the start of our Bolivian adventure in the Salar de Uyuni and have been having a great time with ever since. She's headed back to Australia and promises to return to the UK next year, and we'll be enforcing this promise by any means necessary, okay George?

One of my personal highlights was her celebratory run across the Salar when we were finally rescued by a passing 4WD in the distance. Earlier that afternoon, while resting from dancing using a shared headphone, she had been chopping little holes in the salt to help pass the time and the vengeful gods of the Salar punished her by placing her leaping foot directly into one of those holes. Pride and sunglasses (and luckily not a foot) came off second best from the ensuing tumble and fits of laughter.

Her interpretative art using a hammock was also unforgettable. But most of all I'll remember George (whoa starting to sounds like a euology now) for being one of the most caring and thoughtful people I know. So many times I would have gone devastatingly hungry had it not been for George sneaking me pieces of cake or garlic bread from the pub's kitchen. How soon might Lucas have decided to head back to Australia had George not been the best listener in the world.

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