Sucre

As soon as we got into Sucre, Dad told us it was a world heritage site which meant it had been recognised as a special place in the world. And I will tell you this, it was as beautiful as a peacock and I mean it.

I saw heaps of white washed buildings with there windows & doors locked as securely as a turtle inside its shell. After that we went to the Charange festival (national ukelele & guitar orchestra). Some young girls of about 15 were playing like pros. A man played an armadillo. It was a dead armadillo with a hole in the bottom. In the hole there was a rattle and the conductor used it as an instrument.

For dinner we went for a Bolivian BBQ. It was weird becuase they burnt plastic in the BBQ then cooked the meat on top. (This is a little bit silly becuase when people ate the tender meat, little they know they were eating plastic fumes. by Amber) The place was packed with Bolivians. By Zahn