Hostelling International Sucre

... dry though which means my skin is complaining bitterly, I'll probably go through a bottle of moisturiser in the next week.<br><br>Now that our future is certain I can start writing my blog again. I find it very difficult to write when things are 'up in the air' as they have been for the past several days. Indecision is very difficult to write down in a coherent way, for me anyway, I just feel as though I end up rambling. Talking of rambling ............<br><br>laters

... mountain biking for the day. A gentle downhill ride they said... well yes, that part was great fun, it was just the hills at 2,800M that I struggled with. I wasn´t the only one, 5 out of 6 of us had to hitch a ride up with the support vehicle. That seemed to become my theme for the day. After a 30 min climb over the rocks we found the ´secret canyon´ &amp; went for a swim in the dirty &amp ...

... comments. For a while it seemed that we were going to be staying in a house that was a 3 hour hike away. (Eventually it turned out that if we wanted, we could go stay at this place for a day). <br>Around the walled complex are a number of other buildings. One is where Maxina and Lorenza (who cook snacks and lunches for the school kids) do their cooking and spend the day, one is a green house, and one is the building where we stayed. <br>Our house (room ...

... our bags in the hold and found our seats, it wasn´t too bad after all. I certainly couldn`t sleep, it was a little cramped (bolivians are quite small), but I´ve certainly had worse. I actually said to Ang at this point that I was enjoying this trip more than any other because it was real. We were sharing with local people, bolivian women dressed in colourful robes and bowler hats carrying huge sacks of rice, a cute family in front hiding a puppy under their blankets, with just a ...

After quickly collecting our bags from the hostel on our return from cycling the Death Road, we caught an overnight bus to Sucre, the old provincial capital of Bolivia. Sucre is a World Heritage Site thanks to its well-conserved downtown with whitewashed buildings from the 18th and 19th centuries.<br><br>The plan was to spend a couple of days just chilling in this city before pushing on south to Potosi and the Salt Flats. In fact, this plan ...

This is going to be a summary entry really, as I didn´t do all that much in Sucre; I mostly chilled out and did some much needed blog updating once the girls left...<br><br>August 24<br>Today I went to the market, conveniently located just opposite the hostel. It´s massive, and has stalls for everything. On my Rough Guide´s recommendation, I hunted down the fruit salads. There were four or five stalls, and I selected one that was manned by a plump, friendly, capable-looking granny-type. I ...

Did not feel good this morning, owing to the erroneously-drunk combo of red wine and 7% Bolivian beer. Nicki had a shower - it was cold. I asked the guy at reception about this, and he demonstrated the special, esoteric, counter-intuitive Jedi technique that one must use to summon the hot water, which consisted of twisting the cold tap about two millimetres anti-clockwise, and leaving the hot tap completely. My shower was thus ...

... away every time a large group speaking Hebrew is in earshot. Just yesterday I was with a group of three others for lunch (that I had just met and really didn't know) - we walked through a little cafe, all heard and saw the Israeli group and made polite suggestions to each other that we go to another place. None of us said a word against anyone or even mentioned the Israeli group; yet, we all knew why we wanted to go elsewhere. Step ...