Padre Perez was eager for me to stay longer. It was a Friday and Tarabuco would come to life on the Sunday when everyone from the local communities would come to peddle their wares, but I couldn’t. HJ was waiting for me in Sucre, and I was still eager to get my Bolivian riding done before the rain came, so we had breakfast and I set off on the downhill to Sucre feeling much better than I had been the night before.
The downhills were good fun, although I did notice a wobble in my rear wheel anytime I got above 20km/h, which considering the amount of descending was for a pretty long time. It didn’t seem to be enough to cause me to mess with my control and I resolved to get something done about it in Sucre. When I wasn’t going downhill, I was frequently next to an abandoned train line, which meant that the grade of the road was quite amiable. I had a final climb up to Sucre, and not long after lunch was at the house of Yelson, our CS host.
On the descent