Our hostel owner was sooooo nice, she made my bed so nicely and kept asking us how we were, haha when she forgot some of our bedding she shouted crap, which was weird to hear from a bolivian! We had a nice sleep then went for a wonder around sucre. Its a very nice town with loads of people, and me and george shared a pique a macho which was chicken, beef, chips in a beer sauce and hidden jalapenos that slayed me! We hadnt been on the internet for 4 whole days so had an hour internet sesh, read a lot of bbc sport articles. We then ate a meal that took 40 minutes to come and it was shizer.... i ordered salted chicken and lemon, and it literally was justy a bit of chicken with two slices of lemon, not the bestest. Georges was even worse, he had tripe which i thought was minging! We then went to joy ride cafe (a very westerner bar) and had a few beers (too many) lol. It was also happy so we had flavoured shots, lemon and passionfruit, i was the only one that liked them! Then me
and george went to the main square and chilled out with some dogs, one kept winking at me then the others just would leave us alone, we switched benches about 5 times! We started walking home and on the way we found a club, called nanos discoteca. It was worse than longs of lymington, the whole place smelt of chunder, there were about 5 people in it and the drinks were preprepared and warm! But was great comedy value.
The next day me and george felt horrendous, em felt ripe (right?) as rain, and we went back for more pique a macho, this time it defeated us and george was almost sick! In Sucre there is a Dinosaur themepark and we got the dino bus to it, the bus was literally a floor with office chairs in and was bumpy as hell. The park was definately not a theme park, but it was pretty cool. Miners had found dinosaur footprints in the limstone whilst they were digging and through the years the footprints had become vertical wall due to plate movements and it was incredible seeing real dinosaur footprints, they also had a genuine dinosaur bone (replica),
haha no they did have some real ones. A lot of the dinosaur just looked real spastically evolved, like having tiny wings or tiny arms, looked pretty weird. We also had a tour from an english speaking guide where we learnt wquite a lot, and have forgotten now..... We then rode the dinobus back, em went to skype and me and george went to sort out tours and buses for the next few days (and have some beers). We managed to sort everything, yay us then we went to bedfordshire for an early night for our early rise the next day.
We got up at 6.30, packed and got a taxi to the bus station to get a bus to potosi (the highest city in the world!!!! Carazy) which took three hours and cost 2 pounds, and was pretty rammed. We got there had some breaky and wondered around a food market. It was minging! There was one stall that had cow faces with teeth and eyes still intact, then the head/brain of a bull with the horns still attached, minging enough to put em off having meat for dinner! We met the mine tour guide and got driven to her house to put our gear on then set off for the mines. On the way we stopped of to get the miners some biscuits and juice, and tried a 96 degree alcohol drink, was foul! The mines were described in the lonely planet book as very dangerous, with runaway trolleys, explosions, drops and noxious fumes. We were told this was because they didnt want to get sued if anyone did get hurt tho...... Was pretty scary anyway, average height of the tunnel was just over a metre and width 1.5 metres and every so often you would hear a trolley coming and have to go to the side. We walked about 2km into the tunnel, meeting some miners on the way, it got hotter and hotter and more dusty and harder to breath the further we got in. George almost lost his shit when we were in a tunnel that they were preparing to explode and cleared it out with blasts of air first, one of the miners was (jokingly) shouting run to panic us, and it worked...... was harmless iun the end but we all shat ourselves (george wasnt amused, and shouted wheres Hector!). We then were walking out and heard a trolley (tbh it did sound like it was coming fast), em sprinted in the other direction, then 2 mins later it came past at about 2 miles an hour, bare hilare. We made it out in the end, and had a sense that we had survived it, so we were elated!
We then went to a pub and had a huge meat fondue then set off for a nightbus to la paz.
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