We arrived in white washed Sucre (although from our persepective it was more like orange washed) and we stayed in a really beautiful place overlooking the city from up on the hillside. Sucre is mercifully low. We spent a while here but found the threats of the pre-carnival water balloon attacks, the drive by water canyon soakings and our complete inability to find any decent food places open a bit wearing. The buildings in the centre were really pretty and we found a really tasty chocolate shop so that was a bonus but we were glad to find Condor trekkers a non-profit organisation and decided to do a three day trek in the countryside around Sucre, on an Inca trail and to see actual dinosaur footprints!
Look at this little pero trying to bite my socks off! Ooo he was a cute one. This is when we visited the indigenous textile museum to see the impressive Jalq'a textile weavings. They are incredible works of art. We also got to see a lady weaving one.
This was the view from our bedroom window!
Then the time had come and we were off on our trek. The incredible sunrise made meeting up at 5am worth it and our first view of the Inca trail was pretty beaut too.
We passed a lot of people in the three days we were walking and we gave them a lot of coca leaves and oranges and apples to the kids. Unbelievably beautiful and shy kids.
The landscape we were walking through was so colourful! Various shades of reds, greens, blues, greys, yellows. You could see how the land had been carved out through water and weather over so many years. Some of the areas looked so alien like.
We had lunch by a chocolate milkshake waterfall.
Can you see the crazy trail we had to follow on shifting sand?? Mental.
We stayed in houses in the local villages where a lot of the houses were made from mud adobe bricks.
So many crazy alien landscapes.
Then we came across the dinosaur footprints! A giant lizard walked through here about 130 million years ago. That was a really incredible thought.
We stood and sat and talked by some fantastically beautiful vistas.
The weather was kind to us. We had huge storms every night but they held out until we were safely tucked up in our beds at night. After the second night's storm a lot of the roads had washed away so it was a nail biting hairy ride all the way back to Sucre. Some times we had to get out whilst the bus wobbled over streams and soft mud on the ground and then walk for a kilometre or so. It was incredible how fit the older people were, hurrying along beside us and giggling all the way. Even while travelling in the bus we all held our breath as it hung at nearly 45 degrees over the cliffs of sheer kilometres worth of drop. Crazy journey!
After getting back to Sucre we were off back up into the mountains to La Paz.
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