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