Stuck in Sucre Bolivia Road blockages
We should be heading for Brazil. However, there seems to be a strike. We have already booked our bus tickets to Santa Cruz. Initially, we were told that this was a 24-hour strike. However, we were shocked to find no buses when we did a confirmation the next morning. We try again the next day and we are told that there is a bus that will stop at the blockade. They will help us walk 1/2 hour and then we will catch a bus on the other side of the blockade. Unfortunately, this is a lie. Everyone who tried this the previous night came back.
So even though we had bought tickets for the bus, I doubted it would occur. We are told to check back at 3 pm. So we are packed ready to go. What worries me is the bus company is newish. All their phone numbers go unanswered and so I again walk to the bus terminal. The shop is closed. Oh no !!! I have noticed that this man likes to chat, so I go wandering around the terminal.
I have noticed that this man likes to chat, so I go wandering around the terminal. Sure enough, after 1/2 hour I find him. I demand a refund, and he obliges. I check with another company which tells me this could be another 2 – 3 days.
So we head for advice from the Tourism Centre, after which we visit three airlines. The more people we talk to, the grimmer the situation becomes. I start to panic. It seems most airlines are now booked up for a week.
We literally walk into an Airline office – but I didn’t know it was! We discover that we can fly out in 2 days – yeah.
So we head back to our wonderful host at Hosteling International. Arturo has been fantastic. He has allowed us to have our original room back. He has engaged with my son and is so positive. My son enjoys some free time running around the city. We both enjoy seeing and admiring the white washed buildings.
The city square is filled with historic and beautiful architecture. I love these big doors.
Sucre is a mix – ladies with bowler hats and traditional clothes are everywhere. But I am happy – tickets in hand – we can relax now.
So with little to do, we sleep in the next day. We head to the markets to buy a new bag. We have to split the weight into 2 bags (or so we think).
We then go to the Grand Hotel. Just off the main square. Lunch for 2 glasses of wine and 3 courses is under $10. We are served by an amazing waiter. We love it
We head back to our favourite ice-cream store.My son is loving the cappuccino ice-cream! The cup-cake stools are cool.
We wander back around the streets. We get a few cheap movie disks that we are assurred are in English.
Next day we walk up to the city centre again. It is about 20 minutes from our hostel.
As we do, we pass an open doorway and a man with wood chips making a small flame. He is hand crafting musical instruments.
He looks like he has been sitting here for years. There are many instruments – I try to buy one and he says “no”.
Pictures and photos from 40 years ago hang amongst the dust and tools. Parts of instruments are everywhere. We have stepped back in time – incredible !
What we see next is amazing. There are people dressed as zebras at all the crossings. They are great. Seeing you have to wait in the middle of traffic, I daresay the odd tourist has been hit.
We wander back to the markets. In the small square is a cosmopolitan event. Ice-cream is sold on dry ice. Meats and chips are also sold. But I love the fact you can play Foosball.
Tomorrow is our last day. We are meeting our friends. We first met them in Ecuador.The boys got along well, and the parents are lovely.
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