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With about ten minutes to spare after the salt flats trip I managed to run to the bus station and jump on the next bus to Sucre. It was more or less the least comfortable bus I´ve been on so far- the seat in front was so close I practically hit my chin on it every time we went over a bus, and I was sitting next to a huge Bolivan woman with a six year old on her lap, who thought I was German. So, wrapped up in a fleece, jacket, gloves and balaclava I fell asleep and when I woke up it was three am, and someone was telling me that the bus wasn´t going any further and I would have to get a taxi the rest of the way to Sucre. It turns out, perhaps not surprisingly, that out he was actually a taxi driver and in fact we only needed to change buses. So after running after his and wrestling my rucksack out of the boot of his car, I headed to the new bus with a couple of other people who were also going to Sucre, and we arrived there about 6 am. Sucre is one of the most beautiful towns I´ve come to in Bolivia (which isn´t a huge honour, as most of them so far have been dumps). It has a very Mediterainian feel, all whitewashed buildings and terracotta roofs and is one of those towns that people come to for a few days and end up spending a few weeks. After dumping our bags and showering, we set off to explore the town. We came across the most amazing fruit and veg market, where they´ll make you any fruit smoothie or fruit salad you want for just a few Bolivianos- and they´re delicious. That night in the hostel everyone ate together, (a traditional meal prepared by a Lithuanian who was staying there, which seemed to consist largely of onions, garlic (eaten raw) and raddishes). Nevertheless it was a fun night, with English, Spanish, French, Belguins and the Lithuanian all trying to speak to each other. The next day we headed up to the mirador (in the photo) which offered the most amazing views of the city, and the surrounding mountains and spent the rest of the day just wandering around the churches and markets in the town. That night, I caught the bus to Potosi, the worlds highest city.
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