Graveyard Sucre

Sucre: I see dead people

Sucre: Another sad story

In case anyone is interested the title of the story relates to one of the main attractions in Sucre but we will get to that in a second right after I told you once again how long the bus takes from Potosi to Sucre and this should be between 3 and 4 hours if there is no unexpected crashes, breakdowns or Al Pacas  on the streets. Busses to Sucre leave from the new terminal NOT from the ex-terminal and cost around 17 Bs. In case anyone is interested caps shouldn’t be more than 5 Bs per person from the city center to the new bus terminal. By the way all fans of a walking dead and 28 days later will be excited to leave from the new terminal as it is full of Zombies. Potosiiiii!!! You will figure out what I exactly mean with that once you get there.

Street in Sucre
Street in Sucre
The pigeon whisperer
The pigeon whisperer

Sucre is a beautiful colonial city but there is not much to do apart from visiting a chocolate factory, but as I am not the biggest fan of chocolate we were just strolling through the city and enjoyed ourselves doing nothing. Ok this is not entirely correct as we also visited the main cemetery of Sucre. The graveyard there is incredibly beautiful and definitely one of the most beautiful places I have seen in Bolivia and also one of the most beautiful cemeteries I have visited so far. Maybe I have to mention that I love graveyards in general since there is always this incredibly peaceful atmosphere. Maybe because people are not very chatty when they’re dead. That is actually why I often prefer dead company to humans that are alive.

Cemetery Sucre
Cemetery Sucre
Cemetery Sucre
Cemetery Sucre
Cemetery Sucre
Cemetery Sucre

I always try to visit at least one graveyard in each country but mainly during the day and without a 666 tattooed to my forehead.

But even if you are not the biggest fan of hanging around dead people I’m sure you will like this place cause it feels more like hanging out in a beautiful park. In a lot of graves you can see drinks like schnapps, coca cola or beer bottles, this is maybe in case the dead get thirsty on their way to either hell or heaven or wherever they are about to go. Just don’t believe what I just said as it is rather an assumption of an ignorant Idiot and with idiot I talk about myself. Hence in case anyone can enlighten me what the minibars in there mean, please feel free to leave a comment.

Saxophone player in Sucre
Saxophone player in Sucre
woman drinking tee stalked by me
woman drinking tee stalked by me

The most exciting thing that happened in Sucre (weird enough I always have to think of sugar when I write Sucre, that’s why I’m getting some chocolate, I am not a big fan of, now) was that we got robbed on our second day (that was a first). Due to the hostal not being very careful the thieve was able to enter our room and steal a laptop, 2 kindles, a tablet and a cell phone apart from that all our chargers, a rain jacket and weirdly enough a brand new pair of socks and maybe even a little bit of trust in Bolivian hostal safety. Fortunately we still had our most important things on us like passport, money and cards. We really didn’t let this bring us down.  The title of that entry could have also been related to the fact that we equally thought of killing the robber and the receptionist for a second. But anyway less things, meant less things to carry. As one of my bags already got lost on the way from la Paz to Potosi, I was traveling incredibly light from that point.

I hope I can somehow manage to still wear some shorts and socks on my flight back home.

Boss pigeon
Boss pigeon
woman as old as the world itself
woman as old as the world itself

So the last thing we did was trying to find things for entertainment for our journey,  as described above an important part of entertainment equipment vanished in the pockets of a thieve and spoiled kids like us need music and books for their journey. Finding headphones (mine were in Villazon or in the hands of Quasimodo, or maybe even in La Paz) were the easier part, but trying to find a good book in Bolivia is not that easy, English books even impossible. So an old book printed in the sixties had to do the job for the next longer bus ride from Potosi to Uyuni. For everyone who is interested, it was the very bad translated book “la semilla del diablo” better known as “Rosemary’s baby” . I can`t really recommend it as I decided not to finish unless my iPhone or new laptop gets stolen or teleports itself out of a bus. So next stop Uyuni

additional street pic
additional street pic

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