Day 12: La Paz to Sucre
Finally our time in La Paz was at an end. We boarded a bus and travelled to the airport, where we flew to Sucre via Santa Cruz, which provided us with our first and only taste of the lower-lying more heavily vegetated side of Bolivia.
The Bolivian national airline, whilst not the most renowned when it comes to safety or punctuality, did have the charming custom of the stewards facilitating an orderly row by row disembarkation, which was adhered to without argument by the well-trained Bolivian travellers. Anyone who stood before it was their portion of the aircraft’s turn was swiftly instructed to sit back down and rightly hang their head in shame.
Day 13: Sucre
Sucre would turn out to be by far the most beautiful city we had visited so far, but this was a complex sentiment because the reason it was so beautiful to our eyes was because it was very colonial in style. If not for the tangled power cables and the incomprehensible pedestrian crossings, we could have been in Spain. We spent the day walking the streets, zig-zagging through the city and stepping into silent courtyards and climbing bell-towers. A braver man than me took the opportunity to get a hair cut at a random barber shop, and we all bought ice-cream from one of the city’s many ice cream shops.
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