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I arrived in Sucre with 2 good intentions. The first was to celebrate my birthday and the 2nd was to learn Spanish! Unfortunately, I was only successful in one of these areas. Given my track record of showing a liking for the odd party, I am sure that you can guess which one of these was neglected!
My birthday kicked off in style… My newly found friends Ginge and Jarrod (a couple from Mooney Ponds) were extremely thoughtful and surprised me with a cake that they had baked. But the fun didn't stop there! Ohhh No, The Wolfpack (minus Tim, as he was shitting through the eye of a needle) and the Mooney Ponds couple decided to spend the entire day at one of the local bars eating breakfast, drinking some beers, watching the football, drinking some beers, eating lunch and believe it or not drinking some more beers
It was also here that we bumped into a few of the girls from our hostel. The term it’s a small world get’s thrown around a lot, but it would definitely have to apply in this case. When I asked where in Australia these girls lived they said "Melbourne".
I said “where?”
“Easter Suburbs” they replied.
At this point it was becoming ridiculous… No one has heard of Mooroolbark… Not even people whom live on the same train line know where it is! It turns out that one of the girls lives on Manchester Rd, that’s about 5minutes from where I live… But it gets better! When we got talking, we discovered that I worked with her mother and furthermore she covered my cousins’ shift so that my cousin could watch my 'Deal or No Deal’ episode, which of course is the thing that has funded this entire trip for me! Ok I concede… it is a small world after all!
Whilst it was a beautiful town, there wasn’t too much else to do in Sucre. We did go quad biking at one stage, and once again this was fun, but didn’t quite live up to what I had experienced in Thailand
There was also a rather impressive market that you could go to throughout the day. For about 80 cents you could get a fruit juice that would leave a Booste Juice smoothie for dead! It was also here that I went in search of someone to dreadlock my hair. After an entire afternoon of searching I was able to find someone and book them in for a couple of days later…
Now for the much anticipated poo talk… It all started during one night out, in which we went out for some karaoke and danced up a storm… On the walk home I decided that it would not be a good idea to carry the $70 that I had in my wallet, as I had been told that it was a risk to walk home at night in South America, and here I was doing just that… My solution was to put the money inside my underwear; a cheeky little trick that I had called upon many times before! This time it was different though. This time I had forgotten about the money by the time that I had returned back to the hostel and went to the toilet, of course to do number 2’s. Upon completion of the secretion (Hey look at that, I’m a poo poet) I realized that most of the money (approximately $60) had fallen into the toilet bowl and was floating dangerously close to the newly dropped feces
During my stay in Sucre, a number of people in the hostel had fallen sick with gastro and on my last day here I became its’ next victim. For the entire night I had only experienced vomiting. This meant that when it came time to fart the next morning, I had no reason not to trust it. With no one in the room I geared myself up for a massive fart that had been brewing for a while now… The only problem being that it wasn’t just a fart at all and I didn’t discover this until it was too late and it had gone through my underwear and left a nice little stain on the sheets beneath where I lay. I was ashamed… Up until this point I could never understand how people could do this, but now I know and I have the upmost respect for you all! This did however mean that I needed to quickly but subtly sneak off to the showers and give everything a quick rinse off without anyone noticing. Not that this mattered too much in the end though, as it was only a matter of a couple of hours before I was over it and informing every one of my misfortunes… Much to their disgust of course
Just when you thought that there couldn’t possibly be any more poo talk, you thought wrong! There in fact lies one more story that came from my last 5 minutes in Sucre. Just before I left the hostel to get on an overnight bus that was to go for 12 hours, and possibly not have a toilet, I decided that it would be a good idea to have one last visit to the toilet in a bid to get rid of some of the runs that had built up since I had been no less than 15minutes earlier. Sure enough there was plenty there! Slightly preoccupied by my current condition, I forgot one of my most important rules… Always check for toilet paper before doing the deed! Of course on this occasion, there was none left… It was also at this point that my friend Ian yelled out to me that the taxi had arrived and was waiting… What was I to do? I knew that it wasn’t a clean break, yet I didn’t have enough time to have a quick shower to wash it off. As far as I was concerned, there were two options: The first was to use the clean ends of the already used toilet paper that had been thrown in the bin… No Thanks! The 2nd option was to use the hand towel that the hostel had so kindly supplied! It’s a weird feeling on the bum, but it did the job and I chose to do the right thing and throw it into the bin rather than hang it back up for the next person to use! Who says I'm inconsiderate!