Weather: Still no sign of the Armageddon storms here.
Llama Count: 0.
This morning I went sight seeing in Sucre. The most memorable sight is a room in the Casa de Liberdad, which displays pictures of all former Bolivian presidents. There have been an enormous amount of presidents here considering the country was founded in 1825. Apparently there have been even more ´ unofficial ´ presidents. Below each picture was the date of their reign, how they achieved this reign ( a large amount simply had dictator in this category) and their birth and death date. Judging how close the dates of their presidential terms and the date of death were, its probably fair to say being a Bolivian president has a worse prognosis than lung cancer. One particular chap had had his portrait coloured in grey, I presume to emphasise the many Bolivian badges he was wearing. Below it said he had declared himself dictator, and the following year had died. The fact the whole portrait looked a bit like a Nazi youth postcard was probably explained by the date of 1939, although even in black and white he still didn´t look particularly aryan.
Then in the afternoon more spanish classes... more homework.. more rice and meat...and sleep.
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