Another Day in The Trinidad Show
This blog entry about the events of Saturday, January 24, 2004 was originally posted on January 26, 2004.
DAY 98: The thing to do on a Sunday morning in Sucre is to leave the city for the day and go to Tarabuco, a smaller town with its lively Sunday markets. Zoe, Sam and I hopped on a bus to these markets, a one-hour drive away. The “Moody Jacksons,” the family musical band we saw perform the day before at the Cafe Gourmet Mirador, was also on the bus ride. Again, the kids played unhappily while their father laughed like Tigger in Disney’s Winnie the Pooh at certain parts of the song.
“ARE YOU GETTING A PHONE NUMBER ALREADY?” I teased Zoe as she wrote her lowest price in a notepad, trying to bargain down a woolen handbag from a vendor. She eventually got the 25 boliviano bag down to 17 — with the exchange rate, even at 30 Bs. it would have been a bargain. We walked around the market
around Tarabuco’s plaza with its dozens of vendors selling everything from hardware to the cone-shaped hats that the short Peruvian wore on our salt flat/desert trip. On me, all I needed was it to be a bit bigger with holes cut in the front so I could pose as Mushmouth from Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids.
After having been to the Museo de Arte Indiginia, Sam was keen on buying a small tapestry. Conveniently, as we sat at a small and modest-looking sidewalk cafe for a little breakfast, the shopping experience came to us as dozens of tapestry vendors hounded us for a sale. After Sam bought one she wanted, the table-service vending turned from convenient to fucking annoying.
A familiar face broke up the vending madness: Gilbert the Dutchman, who I roomed with in La Paz and the three of us bumped into at all the stops on our salt flat/desert tour. He had made his way south and looped back north, ending up in Tarabuco as it was the thing to do on a Sunday from Sucre. He joined us for a coffee, served with more of the aggressive salespeople that wouldn’t go away.
“Just tell them it’s ugly,” I suggested. I wasn’t even being hassled as much and I was getting annoyed.
WE SPLIT UP to wander the town at our own paces. I visited the food market, with its spectrum of colors on the ground from fresh fruits and vegetables, to the collection of foosball tables in the center of the plaza — Bolivians love them their foosball — to the edge of town where I found some mules waiting around for something to do (picture above). By early afternoon we had all seen enough of Tarabuco and head back on the buses back to Sucre for lunch at our usual place, the Joyride Cafe. Gilbert joined the three of us in the new trousers he bought, but we left him there as he ordered a second entree to satisfy his hunger.
Zoe, Sam and I left Gilbert and went off to the bus terminal. The girls tried to get a ticket for a 5:30 bus to La Paz that day, while I bought a 5:30 ticket for a bus the following day to Santa Cruz. It was smart on my behalf to buy an advance ticket; all the buses to La Paz were full, and so the girls had no choice but to buy tickets for the next day.
“I guess we’re going to be characters on your website another day,” Sam told me.
“Yeah, it’s like The Truman Show,” I said, citing the 1998 movie starring Jim Carrey as a man whose entire life is broadcasted for entertainment to a large audience.
ALTHOUGH THE YOUNG WOMAN AT MY HOSTEL thought it to be a bit weird, she fulfilled our request to get the girls in my dorm — I was the only one in there with three spare beds anyway. With an extended night in Sucre and and extended appearance in The Trinidad Show, Sam, Zoe and I left the new “party dorm” and went out for dinner at a pizzeria on the plaza, not far from the beautifully lit up cathedral. For about the eighth time since their arrival in Sucre, the girls and I went back to the Dutch cafe Joyride, where we met up with Gilbert and Torsen, a Dane we met briefly in Tarabuco. We sat at a table in the back patio, watching the dozen drunken British teenagers making fools of themselves doing the Running Man and pole dancing rather unseductively.
“Ugh, do they have to be British?” Sam complained, embarrassed with the youth of her nation.
“Don’t worry, just switch the accent and they’d just be annoying Americans,” I said. Gilbert felt the same way about some of his fellow Dutchman.
THE INTERNATIONAL GROUP OF THE FIVE OF US went looking for some nightlife entertainment. The only open place on a Sunday night that we found was a humid, scummy nightclub that made my glasses fog up as soon as we got inside. We didn’t dig the vibe there and just went to entertain ourselves back in the “party dorm” with a bottle of juice, a bottle of cheap vodka and a deck of playing cards. We spent the night and early morning having fun playing playing drinking games rather annoyingly and loudly.
If we had been in the Joyride Cafe, I’m sure other Brits, Americans, Danes and Dutch would have been embarrassed the way we were with those high school brats. If we really were broadcast on TV like in The Truman Show, I’m sure the ratings would have tanked as well, unless it was on MTV of course.
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Comments for “Another Day in The Trinidad Show”
looks nice and sunny…
snowing in nyc….
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 01/26 at 04:20 PM
from boobies to asses to a threesome ... the Truman Show has nothing on TheGlobalTrip !!!
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 01/26 at 04:28 PM
You need uno cards for “Drunken Uno”.
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 01/26 at 04:39 PM
what drinking games were you playing?
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 01/26 at 05:26 PM
Erik, can you be in Asia by May so I can be a character in the Trinidad Show?? PLEASE?!!
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 01/27 at 01:27 AM
CHERYL: The Name Game (with the categories) and a British non-card game called “Bottles” where you have to count, person by person, but say “bottles” on every division of 7 OR if the number 7 is in the number (i.e. seventeen)... everytime “bottles” is said, the direction goes the other way around… sound horrible hear, but try it with a few drinks…
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 01/27 at 10:13 PM
TD0T: How long are you there until? Ill be there in september/october…
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