Sucre

Pretty comfy bus and slept well until we got a flat tyre half an hour from the city. Sat on the road for a whlle in the baking sun before we eventually arrived. Don’t know what he did to our bathroom but by the time I got in there it was like Cyclone Corry had well and truly grabbed it by the bollocks and torn in to shreds. Absolute bloody chaos and mayhem, the guy is a true larakin. Had the old blocked shower drain again which was also good for a laugh for about 0.5 seconds. Lupe then took us on a walk of the city which was a semi-OK place, markets with raw meat lying around the place in all sorts of unrefrigerated conditions was a highlight and really made you wonder what you’re eating in restaurants. However, they had a very pretty main sqaure and lots of old colonial architecture which was cool. I started to come down with some man flu (hey, its a real disease) so spent most of the arvo chilling at the hostel as there wasn’t a lot else happening. In the late arvo we decided it would be a good idea to get on the cervezas so sat in the sun drinking for quite a while. Basically everything I drank came straight back out my nose in a less fine and more mucusy form. Carried on to dinner which was excellent but again very slow in arriving and stayed afterwards for a few more drinkies. Next day I felt like cats piss, me and Corry were going to go horse riding with a few of the group but when we arrived we found out they had run out of gluestick and dog food horses. I wasnt particularly annoyed, and found a pharmacy with over-the-counter everything, seriously great pharmacies in Bolivia, no need for a prescription for anything at all. Me anc Corry went with Australian Tim to get his hair cut, then wandered around the markets again before walking up to the lookout point to get some splendid views of Sucre. I could barely stay awake over lunch and almost took a swim in my soup so I slept the arvo whilst Corry read and played with himself. Went back to the same place for dinner but this time we ate in the cinema whilst watching a movie on Cerro Ricco (or ‘The Mountain that Eats Men’) in Potosi where we were heading to next. Cerro Rico is where Bolivians mine tin, copper, silver etc, and over a 400 or 500 year history about 8 million people are estimated to have died. The movie focused on a 12 year old boy who provided for his whole family by mining in appalling conditions for many hours a week. Really interesting movie. Pretty happy to get back to the hostel to listen to Australian Tim’s ballad about Corry (entitled ‘Sorry Corry, its not me, its you’) and hit the hay. Next day caught a private bus (yippee) to Potosi which only took a few hours and was quite a nice ride really. Unless you've got the gentle aromas of Anthony Corry's feet and arse wafting up your nasal passages. I have advised him to visit a doctor on his return to New Zealand, those things are most unusual and indeed most unpleasant