Latina America

Sucre is the Cusco of Bolivia as well as the actual capital. It is a nice city to spend a few days with beautiful buildings, parcs and squares. Locals give it nicknames like the Athens of America and the White City. A very nice hostal is Villa Plata in Calle Arce. I had a very small room, just under the roof, where I spent the entire Saturday between bed and toilet, I do not know weather it was from the Jugo the bananas I had the other day at the market, or the 6 bs (0.6 euros) almuerzo (lunch) in a local restaurant or the chicken in sweet and sour in the lovely local Chifa or even the water. Anyway, on Sunday I was completely recovered and could go on exploring the city again.
Another recommendation in Sucre is the Joyride Café, owned by a Dutch guy. It is very touristic but the vegatarian pasta I had there was delicious and the tacos and pique macho I saw passing by looked very good. Another thing on the menu: kroketten (the Dutch kroketten, vleeskroketten in Flemmish). There were some newspaper articles at the wall about Evo Morales visiting the café and stating that it is not only a gringo place!

The only anoying thing in Sucre was that I was followed by a bunch of ten, twelve little children, the ones that shine your shoes. I picked them up at the main square. First there was one and then soon, all the others came. I was just reading a bit on a bench and said politely that I did not needed my shoes polished when they asked. But they just kept on insisting, so after a while, I stood up and left. I walked all around the city and into a post office, but they just kept on following me. Then, I went to a cyber café for almost two hours and they just walked in there as well and started playing games. When I left the cyber café, there was only a few left and I got rid of those last ones by hiding behind a car!

Peace out!