Sweet Sweet Sucre!

Arriving in Sucre, it was very soon evident we had made the right decision. We had returned to civilisation! For the first time during my travels in Bolivia I was staring at beautiful colonial style buildings, not adobe huts with corrugated iron roofs. Whoop!

The Cathedral

Civilisation!

Some judicial building...

We stayed at the same hostel that Janete had stayed in a few days before. They only had one room left which meant sharing with two random Latin guys. Given it was late and we were both tired we took it. 


The two guys turned out to be really nice. Diego was Argentinian and Jose was Spanish. Together we all explored Sucre together and were pleasantly surprised by what this beautiful city had to offer. There were plenty of cultural places as well as decent bars and restaurants. One such eaterie we visited which had the most stunning views of the city was Cafe Gourmet Mirador. The food was mostly Italian and delicious. I ate the best al dente pasta ever during my travels and drunk the most delectable fruit smoothie. The toilets were the cleanest I've encountered in Bolivia and even had toilet paper. This place must be owned by a foreigner...

View through the arches behind the restaurant 

Front view of the arches in the cafes garden

The tables where we sat outside, before it started to rain and we had to move inside...

Delectable smoothie

The BEST pasta dish ever

The next day Janete had to fly to Santa Cruz early, so Diego, Jose and I set off to explore the rest of the city before our evening bus ride to La Paz.


We visited the Mercado Campesino where you can purchase everything from fruit and vegetables to household products. I took photos where I could, which was hard as it was pretty crowded and I was paranoid about getting my camera stolen. We then had a mooch around the Mercado Negro which was mostly clothes and shoes. It did however sell football shirts, even Arsenal ones which will please my step dad, bro and BF no doubt...

I´m sure its here somewhere...

This meat stall was clean looking, some of the others were rank...

Selling baskets is exhausting

Perhaps I should have had "Israel" cut my hair instead?

The Gunners even made it to Bolivia...

Lunch was at a local cafe two doors down from the hostel. The boys choice not mine. The meat was like eating a shoe it was so tough, but then for $10 Bolivianos (91p) you cant really go wrong...


In the afternoon we ventured up to the Parque Boliviar which is the local park named after Simon Boliviar who founded Bolivia. Randomly there was a mini version of the Eiffel Tower there?! Apparently it was commissioned by the original architect of the Parisian Eiffel Tower for a Bolivian woman who was in love with Paris...ah l`amour!

Mini Eiffel Tower!

That evening we headed to La Paz which is the capital of Bolivia. Our bus journey this time round was actually pretty painless albeit I think we were all glad it was a night journey. This meant we only had to feel the pressure of the tight bends the kamikaze bus driver was throwing the bus in, as opposed to actually seeing them. Surprisingly the bus had the biggest camas Ive ever encountered in South America and the air con was positively tropical all night. Thankfully the bus had windows that slid open to cool us down. 


P.S. Tragic news. My laptop which was given to me by my generous pal Tom, has decided to break at the power cable entry point. Its a shocker. It means I now only have my iphone for internet access and I now have to update my blogs on hostel / public computers (unless I can get it fixed). Sooo, apologies in advance if my blog entries are a little slow in delivery...