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8th, 9th, 10th May - a Pointless Walk, the Last of Bolivia and the Riot Squad

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We have a saying in our family that every holiday has to have a pointless walk. One that starts out with good intentions, but never gets to where you are supposed to be going and is in some way difficult. On the last day I spent with Mairi and Naomi we intended to walk to some waterfalls outside of the city of Sucre. We had heard that at one time the place was fairly dangerous and there had been robberies, although it had been cleaned up since. Nevertheless we decided to take our swimming things, the minimum of money and no cameras. So no pictures (hurrah I hear you cry). We had to walk down to one of the local markets from where we caught a bus out to a small village. The day was hot and cloudless but we intended to walk to the waterfalls and stay there until it got cooler. At first we were not sure which way to go, so Naomi asked one of the locals and we were put on the right track. It involved walking down quite a steep hill to another village further on, where the falls were sup

7th May - Still in Sucre

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Sucre was a pleasant place to chill out in. On the Tuesday morning Naomi was not feeling too good, she had a chest infection. I realised that I was flying home on Friday and needed some presents to take with me, so Mairi and I hit the shops in Sucre. We found one really nice shop called T'Ika where the gentleman was helpful and the clothes were all bought in from local crafts people. We spent a lot of money there and I treated myself to an alpaca cardigan. When we returned to the hostel Naomi felt a bit better so we took a bus out to a place where the side of a hill has been excavated by a cement factory and a mass of dinosaur footprints have been uncovered. We caught a tourist open top  bus from a corner by the cathedral and went far out of the town, through an area filled with lorries and transport companies. Here are some pictures taken en route. The cliff showing the footprints was pretty high and there are supposed to be around 5000 prints. One of the s

5th, 6th May - Sucre, the Colonial Capital of Bolivia

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We discovered that there was very little to do in Potosi on a Sunday. It is difficult to tour the churches as they are only open for services, and you cannot really walk around taking photographs during mass. Any vestige of a museum was also closed. So we went down to the spanking new palatial bus station and caught a bus out for Sucre which lies north east of Potosi.  The first taxi driver dropped us off at the wrong bus station, in spite of being told where we were going, after being surly about luggage and generally taking us anywhere at all. Perhaps he had had too much of a good time on Saturday night... or maybe not. We thought that we were going to miss the 11.00 am coach but found that it fortunately left at 11.20. On reaching Sucre we dropped our stuff off at the hostel - the Seven Pesos, which fortunately was fairly central. We then had a walk around the city and lunched. The dish of Sucre is the saltena, which is like a Cornish pasty except spicier. It is possible to get th