Potosi to Sucre

After the mines, the only thing worth noting in Potosi is that Sarah ate a cream bun on the morning we left. At the time she claimed it was the best thing she had eaten in a while, and went on to proclaim that cream buns would be her new thing. The relevance of this will become clearer soon.
We got on a bus, and enjoyed a relatively comfortable and short trip to Sucre. However, we did come across one disturbing sight. Our bus stopped suddenly, and upon looking around I saw that many cars had stopped, but I couldn´t work our why. On one side of the road was a river that was about six metres below us, on close inspection of the road side, I saw that a whole bunch of bushes had been flattened. The driver started the bus again, and as we drove by the flattened bushes I could see that a family Sedan had driven off the road, fallen six metres, and lay crumpled upside down at the bottom of the shallow river. Surprisingly it looked as if most of the family were okay to the exception that the mother was cradling a child and weeping. It was impossible to tell whether he was alive. The clearly distressed father was warding off people attempting to help them. We were about 15 minutes out of town, and five minutes down the road we saw a police car rushing in their direction, hopefully to help them.
We arrived in Sucre, booked into a nice enough hostel, and went to look at the markets. After a few minutes, Sarah looked ill. She decided to go back to the Hostel, and did not emerge for a day and a half. She had become very ill indeed. It was only a matter of time before it happened to one of us, and I am sure Ness and I shall fall victims to food poisoning soon enough, but it certainly wasn´t pleasant for Sarah. Ness however, although sympathetic for Sarah, was not too affected by it. I say this because I witnessed something I thought impossible. During one of Sarah´s more violent vomitting affairs, Ness sat on her bed watching Sarah, quite concerned, but still somehow managing to shovel handful after handful of cerial in to her mouth, chewing unabaited by he hurling not a metre and a half away. It was an impressive feat.
Sarah is still not 100%, her appetite has not yet returned and it has been a while since she has been able to eat a proper meal. But she is certainly far better than she was yesterday.
Whilst Sarah was sick, Ness and I went to see some dinosaur tracks. You were unable to get closer than 150m from the tracks, and thus they were none too impressive. They were uncovered by a cement mining company, who only decided to preserve them because a) the soil they were in did not make good cement, and thus b) they realised they could make more money making a tacky dinosaur park and charging tourists 40 boliviars to get a far away glimpse at said tracks. They continue to mine around the tracks during the opening hours of the park. Thus it was not one of the greatest highlights of this trip to say the least.
Sucre is a nice place though, it´s a pretty town, and it´s been good to bum around for a few days. I even got to see a film in English, The Prestige, which I quite enjoyed, if only for the experience of seeing a film.
We´re headed to La Paz tonight, and shall be there until the 12th. It´s a twelve hour bus ride, so we took care in selecting a comfortable looking bus.
Until La Paz,
Dylan