Sucre, Bolivia
19° 2' S 65° 15' W
May 11, 2006 15:24
Distance 80km

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The Last City of the Inkas

The taxi driver took us straight to a hostel in Sucre and we were soon working our way through a meal on the main plaza that none of us enjoyed, despite the low standards needed to satisfy our hungry stomachs at such a late hour. Tino, who had earlier surprised us by taking the front seat in the taxi and chatting to the driver for much of the journey in Spanish, caught us out with another curve ball, by suggesting that he would like to splurge on what would be our final meal together the following day. Tino had to return to Brazil to fly back to Europe a week later and Tasso was going with him, in order to spend the last days of his travels in his spiritual home. The two of them would be leaving for Santa Cruz, from where they would catch the infamous 'Death Train' across the border to Brazil.

The next morning, I was up before the others and, after a shower, I took the opportunity to explore the city alone, whilst inquiring about how we might leave the city. Sucre, the administrative capital of Bolivia, was a beautiful, buzzing city. As Bolivia's chocolate capital, it has several chocolate shops around the centre, though none of the quality of those in Bariloche, Argentina. It also had a huge food market opposite our hostel, great for the morning apí and buñuelos, fruit juices and sweet, local biscuits. The downside was that, due to the frustratingly persistent national bus strike that began on our arrival in the country, our stay had to be curtailed if we were to make it back to Peru in time to see all we had planned to see there.

After tickets for the flotas (buses put on to for these special circumstances) were sorted out from a stop on the road leaving the city, the four of us reconvened at our hostel and took a local recommendation for lunch. The place turned out to be a churrasco (grilled meat) restaurant and we were the only customers. The filling meal that followed was memorable for the fantastic steaks and special home made sauce. It was a fitting finale for the 4 members of The Inka Boys.

We said our farewells, Tasso and Martin left and Ben and I used the remaining 2hrs to buy some chocolates, get a tumbo juice (an orange, passion fruit-type fruit that I first tried in La Paz) and stock up on a few provisions for the journey ahead. I opted for a few cds and the biggest avocado I have ever eaten.

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Sucre Sucre from our hotel Nothing will separate The Inka Boys... Gone...