Sucre was a great relaxation town, and we really needed to unwind for a few days after our Amazonian adventures. Having checked into a characteristc casa de hospedajes with the comforts of a hot shower and soft bed, our intentions to rest on our initial night were shortlived... we had arrived during the ´Festival de Virgen Guadaloupe´. Against a backdrop of sky-
illuminating fireworks, a lively procession of colourfully dressed traditional dancers and musicians proudly flowed through the central plaza. The Sureños were very religious people, and in fact for several hours before the rhythmic beats of the festival began, the entire town had shut down. It was a unique experience with noticeably very few standing observers... most of the locals were involved in the celebrations in one way or another.
Whilst dominated by rich whitewashed architecture, the cultural heritage site of Sucre used to be the capital of Bolivia before it was usurped by La Paz some time ago. However, the fact that it still remained the judicial capital meant that it was an ideal place to stage protests against the constitutions of the very disliked Evo Morales. And it was for this exact reason that we were forced to fly to Sucre... several man-made road blocks had created very limited access into and out of the town. Acordingly, for the next 2 days we lounged and lingered about the many cafe patios of this isolated city before managing to book ourselves onto a bus going southwards. Next stop... Potosi.
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