On our way south we made a quick stop off and spent a couple of days in the beautiful city of Sucre. Sucre is a very important city in Bolivia; it is where the country’s independence was first proclaimed and it is recognised as Bolivia’s constitutional capital. The city itself is the prettiest in Bolivia and was made even more beautiful by the continued summery weather we experienced while we were there.
Sucre was made a UNESCO World Heritage site in ’91 and since then has had strict controls on building works and developments, meaning it has retained much of its original colonial architectural and white washed walls that make it so pretty. Important to mention that the city is surrounded by mountains and I’m sure even those of you that didn’t already know can see clearly from my blog that I have a serious thing for cities surrounded by mountains.
But more important than any of the above is the fact that this city is known in Bolivia as the city of chocolate and for all of those who have lived, worked or even spent longer periods of time with me you will know I cannot pass a couple of hours without chocolate. And trust me it has been an uphill battle for me this trip because South America has really shit chocolate. My cravings have been kept at bay with the consumption of unhealthy quantities of Oreo cookies (an addiction developed when I lived in Mexico where the product was readily available) but in Sucre I stocked up fully. I even nearly missed my bus because I had a last minute panicked chocolate run in the bus terminal, sickened by thoughts of who knows when I will eat decent chocolate again?! We also had some amazing ice cream in Sucre, and although this may seem like a banal fact to my readers I implore you to remember that 80% of my diet is plain, dry, overcooked white rice and potatoes and you may understand what an important part of the trip this was.
In Sucre we also met a lot of fellow travellers and had a great group of people to chill with, party with and eat with, which made it a nice homely environment for us and a nice stop off before the cold and dry south west.
Communal dinner prepared by our new Israeli friends
Shakshuka is an Israeli dish prepared with eggs and vegetables, however because of the vast quantity of Israelis travelling in South America, we found this dish in a couple of places in Perú and Bolivia. This was my first Shakshuka and it was prepared by our Israeli chef Omri.
The infamous ice cream. It was delicious and the flavours were amazing. They had rice pudding which came with cinnamon and lime zest and everything came with a merengue mushroom and candy floss.
