My stop in Sucre, home of the Supreme Court of Bolivia, was brief. I arrived here on a Sunday morning after a long, uncomfortable, and very cold ride on a night bus. I went out to the Cretaceous Park, having heard that it houses real dinosaur tracks. So I expectantly boarded the #4 bus to the site. The 40 minute ride was an interesting jaunt through the city past the markets, poor quarters, and vast hills of emptiness where the bus stopped and the driver looked at me and my companion and said “La entrada” (the entrance) while pointing at what looked like a half-destroyed construction site area. We just looked at each other thinking where the hell are we, and laughed. We got off, walked toward the direction of the road, and sure enough there was the entrance on top of the hill. This was where the excitement ended because the lauded dinosaur tracks were mere impressions on a wall half a mile away we could barely see them. The site did have cool life-size replicas of dinosaurs. And the guide did his best explaining the site in what he thought must be a great impression of an American accent. Everyone barely managed to keep a straight face while he talked.
Photographs from the city: