We got back to Sucre in the afternoon, and took care of some business. First we
dropped off some laundry, and second I finally got a haircut. I’d been needing
one for a while, and this seemed like a good time. I wandered around downtown
in an area where I was sure I’d seen a hairdresser before. I found one. Judging
by the pictures it was a women’s place, but there was an empty chair and I
figure they’d just turn me down if they couldn’t help me. They didn’t turn me
down, and apparently I was quite the novelty because another hairdresser stood
next to me while I was getting my hair cut. Usually I cut my hair myself using
clippers, but they didn’t have clippers. So she used scissors to do mostly the
same thing. But between my lack of Spanish and my general inability to tell
people how I like my hair, I ended up with the hair short on the sides and
pretty long on the top. (She did do a round of shortening on the top, but it
still was not what I would have done.) One issue seems to be that she asked me
how much I wanted taken off, whereas I think of my hair in terms of how much I
want left when everything is done. In any case, I said thank you and paid. When
I comb my hair normally it doesn’t look bad. I might still hit up a barber shop
with clippers, though.
The next day we felt mostly recuperated from our trek, and finally saw some
Sucre sights! In one day we visited the Casa Libertad, where the Bolivian
declaration of independence was signed, a convent, an ex-monastery, and a
museum dealing with mining and minerals of Bolivia. None of these sights were
amazing, but I’m glad we saw at least some of what Sucre has to offer.
