Hostal Patrimonio Sucre

... we've done the day before. About 12, we go to the market where we have a frutilla con leche smoothie (strawberry with milk) from one of the juice vendors. There are about 12 of them, all lined up at the back of the market, their stalls are raised up on a platform and there are stools in front of them where the customers sit. All the fruits and vegetables are available, plus you can add oats, nuts, quenoa, eggs and any number of ...

... wir uns ein Hostel (The LP empfahl uns ein sehr gutes) in der Naehe des Bus Terminals. Den ersten tag legten wir ruhig an, da wir von der Reise doch erschoepft waren. Am naechsten Tag begannan wir schon zeitig unseren Triathlon. Dieser begann mit einer Autofahrt zu verschiedenen Felsformationen. Unser Fuehrer (der Hostelbesitzer) war staendig besorgt, dass wir nicht genug zu essen haben. Danch war ein Ausritt geplant, der aber nach zwanzig Minuten abgebrochen werden musste ...

... Unfortunately the weather wasn´t on our side and it was actually like walking in Tasmania ie mountains covered in clouds, drizzling.....and especially with the eucalypts and lichen covered dolerite we could have been on Mt Wellington. Our guide Annette a Swiss girl living in Bolivia even lost the way at one point as she said she´d never walked it in the mist before. Luckily by the time we´d reached the paintings we ...

... welcome the gave us when we arrived made us feel brilliant and the look on there faces when we handed them the gifts was terrific, they all had grins from ear to ear!!!! The volunteers do an amazing job at the orphanage working from sunrise to sunset 7 days a week. The time flew by and after playing a little volleyball with the girls it was time to leave, we had a great time there.<br><br>The ...

... the house.<br>But I dont´ mean to make it sound unflattering, I loved our home it was cute and lovely and really very nice.<br>Anyways, so Felipe and us and the teachers, and a few other people, including a man named Juan who was the village authority, stood around conversing. Some of it seemed to be about us, specifically how we were going to eat. We could cook with the teachers, but they went to Potosi for the weekends. There was a fireplace out back ...

... 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 &#8230;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 ...

... coca, a tea from coca leaves, with his family. It was quite interesting for both parties of us since they got to practice English and we got to practice Spanish! The owner was moreover very, very, very talkative (!) that sometimes we had to take the back door to avoid getting stuck in a conversation with him. :p<br><br>Even the people in the market were very nice and helpful. It was huge market selling everything one desires and we ...

... trance, sat on a street corner and banging a drum repeatedly to one monotonous beat. I`ll call him Grandpa Street Drum. Nearby was a beggar who sat in the street mumbling irately to himself while attempting, and often succeeding, to touch every passer-by possible with his grubby hands. This was a rather poor method of encouraging donations. He flapped his cloth cap miserably at me and hit my knee, the cretin. I`ll call him Grandpa Grabby Hands. Anyway, I needed to get the lens of my camera ...

... rough; the chicken was dubiously chewy too. I subsequently went back to the hostel to have a much-needed sleep for a few hours, while Nicki and Claire went - you guessed it - tat shopping.<br><br>Later on we met up at a pizzeria on the east side of the plaza for an early dinner - the Last Supper. The girls had very thoughtfully bought me a little good bye present, a miniature Granny Binbags about an inch or so high, made out of clay ...