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