We spent a few days in Sucre resting and enjoying the heat. We watched some football and spent a night eating and drinking way too much, somehow ending up in a karaoke bar until 4 a.m. This resulted in us staying yet another day.
We said farewell to the French cyclists, Cyril, Nicolas and Alice, who took a bus to La Paz and we headed out on the road to Santa Cruz with Ellen, Elmar, Myles, and Marcin. Flo, the other French cyclist, was briefly with us but he surged ahead on the first day, not to be seen again.
The courtyard of our hotel, Casa Verde.
Sweeping the stoop.
Prefectura del departamento.
Plaza 25 de Mayo.
Sucre’s Santa Clara.
Looking north on Estudiantes in Sucre.
The Bolivian colours flying from Prefectura del departamento.
Wrought iron gate and shadows.
Plaza Cochabamba.
Juice bars in Sucre’s Mercado Central.
Sucre’s Santa Clara.
Looking at Plaza 25 de Mayo from Plaza Restaurant’s patio.
Sucre Cathedral.
Sucre cathedral.
Great coffee.
Having a drink.
Recoleta plaza.
Bowler and braids.
Light and shadow.
Prefectura del departamento.
Juice seller in Sucre.
Sucre’s central market.
Sucre near the central market.
Recoleta market.
Roof tiles.
Recoleta viewpoint.
Recoleta viewpoint.
Plaza 25 de Mayo in Sucre.
Casa Verde, our hotel in Sucre.
Moving the goods.
Sucre.
Peanut seller.
Recoleta Plaza.
Cathedral door detail.
A vintage VW Brasilia.
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We always enjoy reading your blog and looking at your pictures!
Likewise. We’re following you as you begin your adventure. Stay in touch. I think our paths may cross soon.
Ah…I was looking for the karaoke pictures!