Blogs from Sucre, Chuquisaca Department, Bolivia, South America

I failed miserably at writing any sortof blog whilst in Whistler, so a quick recap. Lots snowboarding, lots of drinking, lots of spending and so far the best 6 months of my life! Met some of the most amazing friends ever and plan to keep in touch with lots of them for years to come, so I do apologise to anyone in advance if you ever get stuck with a group of us, listening to endless Whistler stories. But anyway on to the current adventure, having arrived in Santa Cruz de la Sierra I must admit feeling slightly relived to be on a different continent to my insane insane family, I somehow managed to clamber into a taxi barely speaking a word of Spanish. As far as first impressions go, I will say I'm pretty convinced ... read more

After finishing the salt flat tour and staying in the middle of nowhere (Uyuni), me and Jon were looking forward to heading to a big city for a few days. We arrived in Sucre, the constitutional capital of Bolivia, late in the afternoon after passing through Potosi the highest city in the world. We had our own private room in our hostel called Wasi Masi. The room was really cute and we had our own bathroom all for £5 a night. After checking in and showering we made our way to a restaurant/bar we had been recommended called Florin to meet some of our pals we had been travelling with. We couldn't believe how cheap the food and cocktails were so of course we took advantage of it. After a meal and 4 cocktails each, only ... read more

Bevori min bus uf Sucre gno ha, hani no en Zwüschehalt in Potosí gmacht. 3h weg vo Uyuni – 4050 Meterli über Meer und somit di höchscht glägenscht Stadt vode Wält! Potosí isch eigentli bekannt für sini Miine. Damit mer sich das chli besser chan vorstelle, wie das usgseht i sonre Miine, giz tusigi vo Reisebüros wo Toure det ine abütet. Mir isch das aber z unheimlich gsi! Mir händ Traveller Gschichte verzapft da ischsmer fascht opsi cho..s heg Chind wo schaffed die Miine…dLüüt werded so um di 30 Jahr alt wild Luft und dBedingige so schlächt seged..dMiinearbeiter gsäched aml usser a eimal ein Tag pro Wuche kei Tagesliecht…Es git sogar Tourabüter, womer chan Dynamit chaufe und die Miine zersprenge laah.. (de Guide vo mim Kolleg seg ganz stolz si woner akündet hät, dass sit noistem ... read more

Atsikeliam, papusryčiaujam ir važiuojam į autobusų stotį. Su manim ir toliau kartu keliauja olandas vardu Freek. Autobusu važiuojam apie 3 valandas iki miesto Sucre kuris pagal Bolivijos konstituciją yra valstybės sostinė. Čia šiek tiek šilčiau, lyginant su Potosi aukščio skirtumas apie 1500 m., tad ir temperatūras maždaug 7 laipsniais šiltesnė. Iš pirmo žvilgsnio atvažiuojant į miestą, jis atrodo labai nekaip. Bet atvažiavus į miesto centrą įspūdis pasikeičia. Susirandam nakvynę už maždaug 10 Lt. nakčiai. Pasidedam daigtus ir einam pasivaikščioti po miestą. Apeinam centrą kuris man labiau primena Argentinos šiaurinius miestus nei iki šiol matytus Bolivijoj, užlipam iki šiokios tokios panoramos. Miesto senamiestis dauboje, o aplink kalvos. Netrukus pagrindinėje aikštėje sutinkame Potosi hostelyje kartu gyvenusius kelis -mones kurie ieško kur ... read more

The journey from Chaco to Sucre was not one of our favorites, that is for sure. Bolivia seems to have a lot of spots that are named ‘the highest ...’*, which is pretty understandable when you enter the country. Despite the fact that the winding Andean road offered us the most tremendous views we could imagine, it was far from being labeled the most secure. Majority of it was just a sandy path that had space hardly for one bus not to mention two vehicles. I was ‘lucky’ to sit on the drop side of the bus and had to hold my breath every time the bus came too close to the edge. It is part of the adventure, right? Would have done it again, though.... if only for the perfect sunset over these mountains... We ... read more

Day 325 Friday 31st August Today we are off to Sucre so we had to pack our bags, have breakfast and get a collectivo taxi which the hotel booked for us. When the driver arrived he parked so close to the door of the hotel on the curb and to the car in front we could only just squeeze through dragging the bags across his bonnet. Then he started talking to us at a hundred miles an hour and we could not pick up a word so we grabbed the woman from to hotel to translate. Things did not sound good when she said “no entiendo” join the club but after a while it was all worked out and he would pick two more passengers up so it was cheaper for us and drop us at ... read more