Sucre and the Parque Cretácico

Trip Start Nov 03, 2012
Trip End Dec 31, 2012

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Wasi Masi Sucre
Read my review - 4/5 stars

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Monday, November 12, 2012

I had a rather in disturbed nights sleep on the floor.... well. On the bed on the floor, waking with only 2 unaligned disks and 1 sore shoulder.
Tina on the other hand fared worse, sleeping less and being constantly cold called by nature to the point she'd want to unplug, if it was an option.

We arose, Tina de arose and I went downstairs to arrange laundry and locate breakfast as well signing in as we had not done that yesterday.

I bumped into one of the ladies who seem to be part of the extended family who ran the place. Between the two of us we were able to express my need for laundry, what room I'm from, my desire for breakfast, that I still need to check in and that my laundry would be ready at 7pm.
Breakfast was a coffee in two parts, strong dark and thick coffee in what looked like a year 8 pottery class attempt at a small pot, and a china tea pot filled with hot water. Toast came in bulk, 7 slices in all. I ate two and thought of the starving children in Africa while I drank my coffee.

We had lost power over night so the laptop had powered down. Seems power in the power points is intermittent at best. So we went downstairs to the TV room to power up and look for bus routs to La Paz on the net. We have decided to stay a third night in Sucre so we can recover a little more fully.

Took a walk to locate a Pharmacia to replenish our bowel related drug supply and then walked for a while trying to locate a bus stop for the number 4 which by rights, should take us to the Dino park.

Bus 'Stop' is another term the Bolivians seem to not quite understand. The bus stops, the bus doesn't stop. It doesn't matter, you get on irrespective, 1.5 Bolivianoes will get you a trip no matter how long.
The bus filled up pretty quick and we were soon plowing through the one way street scape of Sucre like a tortoise through grey jelly. It took about 30 mins or so to reach the end of the like which was a cement factory. A cement factory that located the dinosaur footprints in the side of their excavations back in the 90's.

A short climb/walk up the side curving road that encompasses the quarry and the park you reach the entrance, that includes another climb zig zagging back and forth.
For tourist it cost 30BOB to enter and a further 5 if you wanted to be allowed to take photos (you get given a paper badge that you pin to your clothing).
We watched a short film along the lines of 'walking with Dinosaurs' while we waited four the 20 min tour to start. There were two tours, on in Spanish and one in English, not surprisingly we took the English one, as did strangely a French woman and a man from Belgium.
The tour was short but informative telling us how the footprints were discovered and what steps have been taken to ensure their protection. 4 types of track have been discovered and although they were unable to specify which particular dinosaur is the owner of each, they have narrowed it down to type. Spent half an hour taking pics and wandering around the outside model display area.
This may not be everyone's cup of tea so to speak, but I consider 30 Bolivianos a small cost to show support for the preservation going on here.
Had a lunch while there (chicken sandwich and fries, the sandwich threatened to make my digestive system play the same tune as Tina's but as of writing only a minor gurgle) before catching the number 4 bus back to our hostel.
In doing so we discovered one negative of Sucre's one way street system. Nothing looks the same on the return journey because chances are, you don't go anywhere near where you did before.
Tina's Map reading skills were up to the challenge and so when we did alight from our deathtrap mobile (broken windscreen, screaming brakes, malfunctioning door that opened at random times threatening to throw bowler hatted octogenarian females onto the street) we knew exactly how to get to Wasi Masi.

Spent some time orientating ourselves, looking up future options and travel plans before heading out at 5pm to look around the main square which us about 3 blocks away.

Sucre, like from what we have seen so far in South America, really use their public spaces. The square was full, the city hall had a gathering before it that suggested a protest/meeting/announcement was about to occur but there was barely a sound, just people standing, waiting, quietly talking.
One thing Sucre could improve is public sanitation. All 'Banos' (public toilets) cost some money to use, 1BOB being standard. Bolivia being a less than wealthy country means that even 1 Boliviano is beyond the reach of many and so the starry eyed moments of vagueness that comes from wandering this cities streets looking at the colonial masterpieces, can be cut abruptly short with the waft of ammonia.

Found a cafe for an emergency fruit juice stop (choosing carefully any establishment that serves what could end up bring a horror bowel cocktail, is always on my mind. This one passed the test in looks, obvious popularity, cleanliness and that its owner seemed actively enthusiastic about the prospect of even more customers, he found out where we were from, talked about wine in Australia and flowed between speaking to us in Spanish and Dutch accented English before he even directed us to a seat).
Both of us had a juice, and I added an espresso to keep the system ticking over.

Went back again to retrieve our laundry that had been put in that morning. Approx 7 shirts 5 pants/shorts 7 pairs of sox and underwear cost 36BOB ($5AUD). Freshened up, went back out to the main square where a folk ish style concert was underway before locating an eatery for dinner.

Trying their version of a Pisco Sour was a must but it was left up to me as Tina wanted a Sangria. (Pisco Sour 7.5/10, nice decoration but low volume)
The meal that followed was tasty, filling, and, following recent tradition, too much for us to finish.

Retired to Wasi Masi strolling past the ongoing outdoor concert to arrive back at the hostel at half 9 to discover the wifi us still elusive.

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