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