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