An early start proved a bit too ambitious today. But in just a few moments I’ll fire up Doc and find my out of Sucre and headed to Santa Cruz after a night in Vallegrande – the last stomping ground of Che Guevara (The Motorcycle Diaries). Leaving the Colonial Real Hotel was akin to long goodbyes from family and friends. As I packed my gear in my room I was interruped several times by staff and the children of the owners. They all wished me goodbye with smiles, hugs and kisses on the cheek. We even had to take the ubiquitous photos on the street. Jeremiah is getting antsy, and I’m comign to grips with the fact that journey now really begins — again.