Calle Guillermo Loayza 119, Sucre, Bolivia
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Travel Tips for Sucre
The Sucre cathedral construction started 1551 to 1561, between 1580 and 1633 other parts were added.
The church has got three naves covered with cruzería.
The main entrance is constructed in Baroque style of Charcas, a very special style that has never been accepeted and thatfor never imitated.
Palacio de la Glorieta
The Palacio de la Glorieta is one of the other off-the-beaten path attractions outside Sucre. It was build by the Silver baron Argandoña. The architecture is more towards the Moorish-Arab styles rather than tha Spanish buildings of Sucre. It lies on military land so the condition of this palace is not that good. Although it is in dire need of renovation, it is still worth a trip. The gardens alone are beautiful.
Antes de empezar un trabajo las tejedoras decían , golpeando con unas piedras redondas las madejas que iban a utilizar : "Puchunki Puchunki" que quiere decir "Haz sobrar" para que les alcanzara el hilo en el trabajo que iban a hacer
Todo esto y mucho más lo aprendimos en el Museo de Arte Indígena , que es un museo que enfoca la cultura de Bolivia a través de sus textiles y como dice ASUR " es un homenaje a esas mujeres -y ahora también hombres- indígenas, artistas-artesanos (y no sólo jalq'as y tarabucos), que han conservado y desarrollado hasta nuestros días una cultura original y propia, cuyas raíces se pierden en la profundidad de los tiempos precolombinos "
Before starting a work the weavers said , knocking with round stones the wool hanks that they were using :"Puchunki Puchunki" that means "Make last"in order that they have enough thread in the work they were starting
This and many more things we learnt in the Museo de Atre Indígena , that is a museum that focus the Bolivian culture by their textiles and as ASUR says " It is an tribute to those women - and now also men - indigenous artists and artisans ( and not only Jalqäs and Tarabucos ) that have conserved and developed up to nowadays an original and own culture , whose roots are lost in the depth of the precolombin days
We ended up leaving Potosi to Sucre via just a dude driving a station wagon. Much more comfortable than a bus.
Sucre was over 1000 metres lower than Potosi so it was warmer and also easier to breathe.
The first thing that was of interest here was when we drove into the city. We were caught behind a utility that was absolutely crammed pack full of policeman. The joke was it was like a truck full of pigs being transported.
We found out later as many of the cities streets were closed that the Venezuelan president was in town.
We got our beds and then went out for dinner in the centre of town which was a good 20 minutes walk from our hostel.
The dinner was superb despite taking near an hour to be served and it was well late by the time we finished. That late and we were that tired we wanted to take a cab to our hostel.
Would you believe every single taxi driver in Sucre has no friggen idea where our hostel was which was the actual proper international hostel.
It was ridiculous. We tried at least half a dozen taxis before this woman with her 2 kids intervened.
Ofcourse she only knew Spanish, fortunately Tobi understands it, but she also had no idea where it was and people she asked had no idea where it was.
In the end she and her 2 kids jumped in a taxi with us and we then went on a wild goose chase. We knew the general direction but got confused within the narrow tight streets that were below where we were staying.
I dont know how long it took but eventually asking someone on the street aved the way to the hostel and we were home.
I offered to pay the lady for her trip home and she refused, but she gave her number to Tobi and I was thinking she was a single mum who fancied Tobi a bit.
Anyway next day he tried calling her but she didnt answer. There was nothing to do in Sucre so we just bought alot of food and ate and wandered the markets. I was unfortunate enough to cop a leg of waste by accident as I walked past at the wrong time this lady emptying her bucket.
After an uneventful day we were checking our emails back at the hostel when Tobi mentioned he had a couple of mates who had just lobbed into town.
Do you want to go out he asked. Still not well I was hesitant but agreed and as they say, the nights you expect to be dull and boring often end up the best.
It was a slow start. I met his friends, one an absolute gorgeous girl from England and the other a fellow Aussie and ofcourse from that I met a few more people.
After hanging in this bar for a few hours watching Tobi and the others dance with these drunken hens night locals (all hot), we ended up at a diffent niteclub.
Yes, the music was ***, however they played a bout 4 or 5 house tracks which released the spirit in me and this was enough to get things rockin.
An absolute funky to the bone local caught a glimpse of my groove and at first tried to get me to dance with her friend. She wanted no part of it but I ended up for about 3 hours grooving with this funky momma till the music stopped and the music was boring, dull local *** music.
I knew there was a way to enjoy the local tunes. Just find a hot local who just wanted to get dirty dancing with me.
I could have gone all the way with this girl but once again my conscience whether it be for the better or for the worst stopped me from going that far. However Tobi the little root demon found himself a cute local and ended up in a different bed after the clubbin were done.
He didnt return to the hostel till late afternoon so where we were suppose to head to la Paz this day we ended up staying another night.
This night totally uneventful. I really needed to rest anyway but I did get to chat up a couple of cute Ozzie blondes at the hostel which was fun to pass the time. One of them looked like your true stunning blue eyed blonde Swede.
Next day Tobi met up with his bed buddy and I hung out with both of them before we jumped on the night bus in the afternoon to La Paz.
Sucre: the White City
Sucre, one of the capital cities of Bolivia, lies in the region between the altiplano and the lowlands. The city enjoys a wonderful weather year round. The city is world reknown for it's beautiful white downtown houses/buildings. The traditional Spanish architecture downtown can still be enjoyed to this date. Don't let tradition fool you though for this is a modern town with not that many of the "campesinos' you've grown to love in the rest of Bolivia. Needless to say there are several interesting villages nearby worth exploring.