"Buenas dias, would it be possible to have an early check-in please?" It is 3.30 AM(!) and we have just arrived in Sucre, a couple of hours earlier than foreseen...
As the comfy night bus to Sucre unexpectedly turned out to be fully booked, we jumped on a ready-to-depart overloaded local bus to Potosi... and for the onward journey suddenly find ourselves in a wreck-on-wheels with a coca-chewing driver racing through the pitch dark night, the scarily flickering street lights creating nothing short of a horror-movie scene, only cheered up by the happy tunes of the lambada.
Mission accomplished: we made it out of Uyuni (yay!) to the constitutional capital of Bolivia, definitely worthy of its nick name "the White City" in the eerie early morning light. The historical centre breathes the bygone days of the country (named after El Libertador Bolivar), from its hard-fought independence and first constitution to the later loss of the executive and legislative powers to La Paz. After a relaxed afternoon reading session in the Bolivar park (with "replica" Eiffel tower!), we are fully up-to-speed on the intrigues of Bolivian history.
More surprisingly, Sucre is also home to the largest collection of dinosaur footprints in the world, which fulfills Jorg with the joy of a little boy in the middle of Jurassic Park! Years of investment by Jorg's mom in dinosaur magazines finally pay off when we are facing the impressive footprints of teropodos, seropodos and the like.
In contrast, huge is our disappointment when, during the wee hours that night, US voters propel the world back to seemingly prehistoric times, for real.
“If history repeats itself, I’m so getting a dinosaur. ”
