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