Sucre and Santa Cruz

From the cold Uyuni we took a night bus to Sucre. Again the same procedures as so many times before, we tried to sleep in the bus and woke up in shock because it felt like the bus was going to tip over. In the end, everything went well and we arrived safe in the morning in the white colonial city of Sucre.

The vibe of the city invites you to relax on the main square, enjoy the delicious chocolate and hang out in the park with the young people.
We climbed up to the 'Monasterio de La Recoleta' and were delighted by the stunning view over the city.
If you want to experience a little bit of quietness and peace, you can visit the beautiful and well maintained cemetery.

After spending a few days in Sucre, we continued our journey (through the night again) direction Santa Cruz (in a more than bizarre bus).

Santa Cruz could be described (in our opinion) as the ugliest and most expensive city we visited yet.
The only good thing about the city was the halfway reasonable sushi we ate with Heike.

Nevertheless, if you experience the worst, you can estimate the good.

The courtyard of our hostel ('San Francisco') in Sucre. One of the many colonial buildings the town has to offer.

Nowadays the cemetery is 'fully booked' therefore the deceased can 'spend' only 10 years in a coffin under the earth. After this period, they get 'dugged out', burned and 'stowed' in a glass cabinet in the wall.

The market in the white city.

Enjoying the view over the rooftops.

Our first feeling of summer during Latin America's winter.

Our bizarre bus from Sucre to Santa Cruz.

Creative graffiti art in Santa Cruz.

Enjoying the excellent Bolivian Cabernet Sauvignon with Heike in a Japanese Restaurant.

It's never too late for a little bit of milk.

From Monday to Wednesday, the whole city is crowded by the 'Mennonites' who come here to buy groceries and stand around the streets to discuss in their 'uniforms' (Hundreds of them throughout the city). They have their own language, which is similar to Plattdeutsch, but quite hard to understand.

The Mennonites visit the city with their children and wives (who look all very similar) and they give the impression to live in the wrong century. It was hard to get a good picture of them because they looked very hostile when we arrived with the camera (and weren't communicative, even without camera).

Waiting in the line to cross the border to Brazil. This time we didn't have to pay any fine :)