Well adventures for sure.
After cruising in Sucre for a few extra days we decided to be smart a booked a tour for the Tarabuco caneval. The village is tiny and we wanted accomodation. We found a tour that would take us there and back, accom and all meals, so we took it.
Our 1.5 hour bus took almost 3 to get there and once we arrived in Tarabuco the 3 of us realised it was much higher than Sucre and freezing. After standing on the street for 25 minutes we were informed that the hostel had given away our room, not impressed, but that they had managed to find us a bed elsewhere, so off we trundled to look at it. We entered a store and headed out the back, the women was renting out her own room, and there was seriously only 1 bed, a single! And 2 people already asleep on the floor, with more to come. After discussions we decided to take it, Lizzie and myself in the bed and Glen being the brave gent sleeping on the floor next to us. After some interesting discussionss where the tour guide was going to drop 50 cents off the cost but we have to pay extra to this lady, another $4 we decided to part ways and do our own thing and find our own meals and way home. It was already an adventure.
The carneval itself didn-t really start until midnight so we were wandering around this town in the wet, freezing. Lizzie and I ended up purchasing beautiful alpaca wraps that I now snuggle in everyday. The town was deserted until we went down a dark road (remember it[s an adventure) and found this huge barn with music playing inside, we paid to get in out of the wet and found dancing and drinking and the Bolivian president, Evo Morales there. There was a great atmosphere and we cruised there for a few hours to see in midnight before heading back to our bed above a shop.
After finding the right store (now closed) and hammering on the door for a while we were let in, headed up to bed and found about 8 bags around the room but we were the first to bed. It was going to be interesting to see how many folks ended up in this room.
