Sucre was once the capital of Bolivia and is still a little resentful that its had the title taken away from it, its still the judicial capital but that doesnt have the same ring to it. Colonised by both the Spanish and the French it has some great architecture going on with Colonial buildings, a large plaza in the center of town and some pretty damn good and cheap restuarants, nice - I liike!
But at the same time the Mavrix have discovered that no city keeps our attention for long and the same was true for Sucre, our mission here was purely one of errand running. Our days would consist of trying pitching up time and again at the Bolivian consulate until it was magically open for no apparent reason, buying sleeping bags and walking whimsically through the plaza and surrounds trying to look cultured (we failed but you guessed that already).
There was also one of South Americas beloved protests the one day leading to the whole city basically having a day off as no public or private transport was functoning, stores were closed and roads blocked by trucks, rocks and sheep, not the best for Birthday shopping. The Vix was soon to have her big B-day and the M was in a tiny tizz looking for something first world in South Americas most third world country on a day when everything was closed....hmmm... no me fuking Gust!.
Thats about it for Sucre, pretty, sweet and short like a Chomp!
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