After changing buses 3 times in the freezing cold at 7am, we eventually made our way to Sucre which was only 3 hours away. When we arrived we took a taxi to our hostel, not a particularly nice one but it was cheap for Sucre at £4 each. As we're nearing the end of our trip now we are getting excited about small things like a comfy bed and being able to put bog roll in the loo rather than a stinky bin. Proper toilet seats are also something we miss, but hey what do you expect for £4. Sucre is nicknamed the white city much like Arequipa in Peru (incredible fact alert!!) because the buildings are white. This makes it one of the more beautiful cities in South America along with all the typical Spanish colonial buildings and churches. Its also the second biggest city in Bolivia although while we strolled around it didn't feel like a big city, perhaps a reason why so many tourists come here to relax. We enjoyed good food here, both local and western flavours, for breakkie we found a nice cafe that sold saltenas (50p) and for dinner we found a place that sold the most epic BBQ pulled pork sandwich. We relaxed in the evenings drinking beer and watching the champions league final with a guy we met on the pampas tour. It was also Independence day while we were there so a good reason for parades, along with mothers day and a chocolate festival there was plenty going on. We indulged in some of Sucre's famous chocolate, very yummy but not that cheap along with what seemed every Bolivian son waiting to buy there mothers day gift. It was also haircut time for us. For Mark, he found a guy who supported Barca, so he could clearly be trusted, all went well until right at the last moment he decided to splash some vodka on the back of his neck. Very random but again for £3 and to say 'I got drunk at the hairdressers' it was good value. For a fiver my haircut was pretty good but too short, I asked for an inch and left with a bowl cut. We quite enjoyed our time here, didn't do a lot but the good food won us over.
I must have been dragged round more than a thousand markets during our time in SA and my first thought was is this really going to be any different, they all seem the sell the same stuff. The things i do to keep Jade happy
. So we took a 90 min bus journey to a little village called Tarabuco where locals gather from all around on Sundays to sell anything and everything to both other locals and tourists. The first stall we passed was selling the sandals all locals wear made out of bike and car tyres. They even had tyres in front to prove it. The local men all wore impressive ponchos, bright red with cream/green stripes, complete with colourful tassels around the edge. We inquired about buying one but at 900bolivianos or £90 we were soon deterred. The morning wasn't wasted though as Jade managed to find the perfect alpaca jumper (after searching through thousands) for £8.50 and alpaca socks. When we say alpaca we mean its almost certainly got no alpaca wool in it and they pull the material to make it look like alpaca. Still a jumper at £8.50 ain't bad.