Sucre

**Warning - this post contains one out and out lie**

"The bus goes at 8:30 pm. Get there a bit early just in case."

That was our advice. We got there at 7:00. Standing by the road in the freezing cold, waiting for the bus. Only there wasn't a the bus. There we hundreds of them. And it didn't turn up until 9:45 - after we'd decided that one of the thirty that had passed us so far must have been ours. Did I mention that it was cold?

Light relief (if you want to call it that) was provided by the travelling threesome. One of them had fallen over with her rucksack on (running for the wrong bus, poor thing) and hit her head. One was trying to get everyone on the bus (which was still over an hour away) and one was calling a doctor to find out what to do.

Docs advice was to take the two hour taxi ride back to Santa Cruz (in the dark - I hope they made it) and not get on a 12 hour bus trip on to Sucre.

If only we'd have joined them.

Chilly bus stop

When the bus did arrive it was full apart from our two seats (so who knows where the three amigos were supposed to go). It was freezing cold (luckily, I had insisted on packing the sleeping bag - so at least we had a chance of keeping warm). The two lads in front of us were periodically opening the window to smoke a joint, managing to make it just a little bit more frozen that we thought possible. We were two very happy bunnies when we crawled into Sucre and, thanks to a lovely Tourist Poilicewoman (who gave us no less than three leaflets about the different ways that we were going to be robbed in Sucre) got a taxi to a hotel.

We then got out of that hotel (after a 60p breakfast) and went to another - which was lovely. Just below the Recoleta.

Pretty Sucre

Sucre centre is very pretty. The outskirts look pretty rough, but the tourist bit is nice. And we weren't robbed once - which was nice.

It was, however, cold. So we decided not to stay for long and booked ourselves a hotel and transfer to Potosi.

On our free morning, we went to see the dinosaur footprints. I'm not sure that the plastic dinosaur replicas added to the experience. Nor the rather steep entrance fee (on top of the bus cost). And it was a shame that they didn't explain how they were preserved or how they know what they are (T is still not convinced).

But, when in Sucre, visit the footprints. That's what the book says.

Dinosaur footprints

We also went to the ethnic artisan museum that explained the different traditional garbs and weaving of the indigenous population. It was way more interesting than the footprints. And T believed them. And we got free coca tea.

Back to the hotel for our taxi to Potosi.