To get to Sucre we had to take a 17 hour bus through half of Bolivia. Of course the bus didn't have a toilet but it was kindly stoping when someone wanted to pee...too bad there were no trees on our way. As peeing gringos we would be probably a local attraction so we decided not to drink and hope for the best. It was a bit difficult since we were not going on a road just sand and rocks. The bus was jumping, windows were opening, dust was getting into the bus. Bolivian adventure begins!:)
After 5 months of travelling we were longing for a place to stay for a while, a place that could make us feel like home. And we found it in Sucre in an Irish sounding hostel Celtic Cross. Run by a German and South African it is as Irish as us two but it felt good, comfy and homie. And it provides us a real live telenovela full of original people dating, divorcing, being victims of Bolivian husband/ wife/ passport hunters. And so Sucre felt immediately like a village even though it is the capital of Bolivia.
Sucre is by far the most beautiful city we have seen so far. It's full of wonderful white buildings, colonial churches, pretty squares, nice markets with a variety of fruit, vegetables and chocolate!! Unfortunately the Bolivians haven't heard about cables running in the ground so all of them run through the air spoiling every picture.
But even such a stunning city has another side. Begging people on the streets and working kids. They sell food, magazines but the most popular job seems to be polishing shoes and not even wearing flip flops stops them from asking. Many of these people don't even speak decent Spanish just Quechua so one of the native languages which was spoken by the Incas and is actually not really a written language. So I guess Jandirk's rising knowledge of Spanish won't be helpful everywhere:)
