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.
Sucre’s Santa Clara.
Moving the goods.
Recoleta viewpoint.
Wrought iron gate and shadows.
Peanut seller.
Sucre cathedral.
Juice seller in Sucre.
Juice bars in Sucre’s Mercado Central.
Bowler and braids.
Recoleta Plaza.
Prefectura del departamento.
Sucre’s central market.
Cathedral door detail.
Great coffee.
Sucre Cathedral.
Looking north on Estudiantes in Sucre.
Recoleta market.
Plaza 25 de Mayo in Sucre.
Sweeping the stoop.
Recoleta plaza.
Sucre near the central market.
Recoleta viewpoint.
Sucre’s Santa Clara.
Plaza Cochabamba.
Casa Verde, our hotel in Sucre.
The Bolivian colours flying from Prefectura del departamento.
Plaza 25 de Mayo.
Looking at Plaza 25 de Mayo from Plaza Restaurant’s patio.
Light and shadow.
Sucre.
Having a drink.
Roof tiles.
The courtyard of our hotel, Casa Verde.
Prefectura del departamento.
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!