We arrived in sucre early from our night bus. The weather was grey and was a bit touch and go. Not knowing where our hostel was we got a taxi which it turned out the taxi didn't know where our hostel was either. Our voices raised along with the meter and when we got into the town centre we decided to get out, politely thanks him for his services and walk the rest of the way. We found it within about 10 minutes and arrived at essentially a big house. Walked in and there was no reception and no manager, a few students but they couldn't tell us who was in charge. With mattress' on the floor it felt like a doss house more than a hostel. The manager finally comes out and informs us there is no reservation on hostelworld, to be fair, I had no email so assumed my card didn't work which was a blessing in disguise really, for once, thanks Natwest! We had a wonder and stumbled across the gringo hostel which was cheap and clean so we decided to check in for a couple of nights. When we got ourselves sorted and unpacked the heavens opened, not wanting to explore the lovely town in the rain and the champions league conveniently on we dashed to the bar to watch the football. Once we got back we bought a couple beers from the shop and decides we wanted to go out, solely due to the weather of course. When it's raining there's not much else you can do. We sit down with a couple of girls, a guy and a middle aged woman who was part of some communist party. Her views were completely different to mine and Dysons so a debate started. She hated big corporations and fought for the spongers. It transpired that she did indeed shop at Sainsburys thou because it was cheaper and when I pointed out her 400 pound camera was unnecessary and she could have got a cheaper camera and used the money she saved to shop at her local market she had no legs to stand on. Don't get me wrong, she knew her stuff, read all the books etc but me and dice were completely hounding her for about an hour. We carry on drinking and head out to a bar where we bump into an absolute gurning mess of an Aussie called Tom and decide to let him tag along. The beers are expensive so after one or two we head home as the alcohol is cheaper there. In his state tom is very generous and we take full advantage. Everyone starts to peel off leaving just me and Tom putting the world to rights. The next day I was soooo hanging, we couldn't even muster up the energy to watch the barca Milan game pouring coffees down our throat. We decided to get another day added on as we hadn't yet seen much of sucre. This also meant we could have an early night, which we did. Next morning we were fresh and decided to go to the dinosaur park. At midday the dino bus picked us up from the square and took us out of town to the park. We had an English speaking guide take us round the park and explain to us the facts. In the park they actually had real footprints although about 300 metres away on a wall but still, my childhood hobby finally complete by seeing actual footprints! There were also lots of models which we wondered round until the dino bus picked us up again. We got back, went to the market to get some fresh veg, herbs and spices (where Dyson nearly creamed himself) and headed home to have a well nice dinner. A couple of beers and a chill out capped the day off nicely. Next day we decided to have another cultural day, museums, galleries, whatever. Well that failed, we couldn't find the museum and all the galleries were way too small, basically a room where we could see the art from the street. We wondered to the park and chilled out in the nice weather till the afternoon. Whilst walking around a stray dog started to follow us, actually waited outside shops when we went in. When we went back two girls, Jess and lilley had checked in who apparently had seen us and met Dyson in ilha grande. It was Jess's birthday so we extended our stay again to go out on the friday night. A couple more people joined the group and we played a couple games of ring of fire which got us nicely on the way to going out. Whilst we went out to get a few more beers the stray was still waiting outside, his loyalty was rewarded with an invite to our party. We headed out about 11 and left the dog in the patio. The bars were ok but the club was pretty s*** so we headed back around 3am. We carried on drinking till about 5 when the owner of the hostel got back. He went mad at the state of the patio, the fact there were strangers in the hostel and there was a stray dog in the hostel. He sent us to our rooms to go to sleep which was fine because I was knackered. I was awoken to him poking me telling me to get out. I packed my bags and we left ASAP. I had the impression he was kicking us out so was happy just to leave without paying the bill. We checked into a hostel down the road and just chilled all night with the a tv in our room. Literally only left the room to get a pizza then back to bed. 2 days turned into 5 in sucre but we still did what I wanted to do, see some real life dinosaur footprints!