Backpackers Sucre Hostel

... I eventually established I could tell whether Felipe was speaking Quechau or Spanish based on what it sounded like, but that didn´t apply to the rest of the time, and even when it was Spanish I really couldn´t understand, and sometimes I would have been concentratedly listenign for a while only to realize it was Quechua, or zoning out and it turned out I was expected to have been listening. Everey so often Felipe would turn to us and specifically ...

... very tired and cranky and my main concern was that we would have to sit apart if there were no double seats available. I needn´t have been worried, we were sat together. Unfortunately it was top to tail, on the ******n floor! The bus was rammed and as we were the last on it was the aisle for us and a amall Boliviam woman. Just as I was getting comfortable on the floor the conductor bloke came steaming down the aisle, which meant we had to get up again, so that he could find the woman a ...

So we arrived in Sucre on Monday unsure if we would spend 1 or 2 nights here. However, upon arriving in the bus our mind was made up …it is a beautiful city with many white walled buildings, a lovely big plaza and a big park, more green than we had seen for a while. We met another couple on Tuesday who said the weather had been lovely in Sucre for the past week but we were not so lucky as it was grey skies, threatening thunder and lightening. So we saved ...

... still working silver mine. We got kitted up as miners & went in - the conditions for these miners is dreadful & hard to comprehend how hard they work in such dangerous condititions for so little money, tragic really. It was an interesting tour plus we got to see one of the miners prepare a section for dynamite & we stayed in while it exploded, in hindsight probably not the wisest thing to do but it seemed safe just loud. From Potosi (where we had our ...

... as during the Salt Flats trip I had come to realise that in every photo taken against a light background, there was a dark seagull-shaped piece of dirt in the bottom left. Every sodding photo. I can only assume that the bloke who removed the sand from my camera in Arequipa negligently allowed this horror to happen, meaning that on my return I´ll have the best part of a hundred photos that need retouching to remove the aforementioned menace. Anyway, the shop was run by a Japanese couple ...

... painted in bright colours. They said she was to keep me company after they leave, and also for posing in some silly photos; it was very lovely of them. I had a pizza, but Nicki only had tea as she had previously had a milkshake, and, as she deftly put it, "I saw it twice". Bolivia just makes us ill!

After this we went back to the hostel. Nicki and Claire got all of their stuff together, and we went back outside. We hailed a ...

... de dagen erna serieus begint te vervelen. Op elke straathoek noemt men je 'my friend' en probeert men je een 'hot stone massage' of een meerdaagse tour aan te smeren. No gracias, amigo. Wel een meevaller in Cusco: de hoogste Irish Pub ter wereld (3800m)!
Nu dus in Bolivia, waar je je eigenlijk in de 70s waant. Oude Chinese of Amerikaanse bussen, oude gebouwen die men prachtig zou kunnen renoveren en mooie parkjes waar de lokale oudjes hun dagen ...

... We checked in and then headed out to check out the sights. We were lucky enough to arrive for their national holiday, so lots going on, live marching bands, dancing, singing, and a shitload of fireworks. This is Bolivia´s bi-centenerary year, and from what I can work out, they´re planning to party for all of it! The people are beautiful, friendly, and very patient with us, considering our horrendous ...