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w found friends, we had a really good time on the trip in Uyuni. We headed out for Sucre on the one lane dirt road. It was a painstaking drive, with little to stop for. We decided to pass by Potosi (although it took us a half hour to find the highway through) and head straight to Sucre as we would be coming back through there anyway. We arrived and found a great hostel and found parking. We weren´t sure the lady at the parking knew what was going on, but she was rather endearing, asking us where we were from quite a few times.
Sucre is a great city, with a lot of history. Similar to Philadelphia in the US, they consider it the original capital of Bolivia. There is great colonial architecture and the people are rather friendly. We basically enjoyed walking the city for a few days, and catching up on this and other contacts. Also, Laura began her project. She is collecting textiles from our journey with the intentions of putting them together as a quilt. She wants to collect the stories behind the people who make them to keep with the quilt.
I am simply a pawn to photograph the textile with the maker. It hurts to be used! After two days of relaxing, and two rounds of Lasagna from our favorite restaurant, we headed back to Potosi and the land of mining.
e were saddened to leave our ne
w found friends, we had a really good time on the trip in Uyuni. We headed out for Sucre on the one lane dirt road. It was a painstaking drive, with little to stop for. We decided to pass by Potosi (although it took us a half hour to find the highway through) and head straight to Sucre as we would be coming back through there anyway. We arrived and found a great hostel and found parking. We weren´t sure the lady at the parking knew what was going on, but she was rather endearing, asking us where we were from quite a few times.
Sucre is a great city, with a lot of history. Similar to Philadelphia in the US, they consider it the original capital of Bolivia. There is great colonial architecture and the people are rather friendly. We basically enjoyed walking the city for a few days, and catching up on this and other contacts. Also, Laura began her project. She is collecting textiles from our journey with the intentions of putting them together as a quilt. She wants to collect the stories behind the people who make them to keep with the quilt.
I am simply a pawn to photograph the textile with the maker. It hurts to be used! After two days of relaxing, and two rounds of Lasagna from our favorite restaurant, we headed back to Potosi and the land of mining.
Potosi is at over 4100m (13,000ft). It is hard to walk up a flight of stairs, the car was struggling too. We found a secure place to stay with parking, but maybe too secure! The next day we intended to head out to the old silver mines for a tour, however, I became ill. Laura went without me, as I laid in bed all day. As some of you know, the company I worked for for the last few years has a job site in Potosi. A good friend from my days in Nevada works down here, and we met up with him for dinner and drinks. It was good to see him, and he was happy to speak English to some people. The plan was to visit the mine the next day, however, our hostel proved to be a little too safe! I woke up and tried to leave, only to find the gate locked, I pounded on the managers door, nothing! I waited until I figured that Joe had left. By then it was too late, as we wanted to be Cochabamba by night fall. A little disappointed I didn´t get to see any of the mines, but I knew this trip wouldn´t be perfect. Sorry no pictures of Potosi, it is not like me to not take pictures!
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