Sucre is a nice respite from the chaos our lives had become in La Paz. We lived like vampires, staying out till dawn and sleeping while it was light, then each night attempting to pickle our livers for several days straight. Unlike those fictious beings, and unlike my previous days of college, I can´t handle rocking out like that anymore. Getting to Sucre, walking around the calm streets of Bolivia´s colonial capital, has been fantastic. We arrived off our first night bus in Bolivia much more well rested than expected. We heard a lot of horror stories, and was expecting the worst, but it wasn´t that painful. I was crammed against a wall and couldn´t strech my legs much beyond a 90 degree angle, they couldn´t close the sunroof so it got to be around 50
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