Sucre Airport to City: Private Transfer with English Driver

5.00

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What’s the experience like?

I’d barely finished blinking away the dry air of the plane when I spotted my name, scrawled (a little crookedly) on a sign at Sucre Airport. Our driver — Mario, who greeted me with a quick “buenos días” and a smile that made me feel like maybe I hadn’t just landed somewhere totally new — waved us over. The terminal was humming, lots of families and a few backpackers looking lost, but Mario had this calm way about him. He took my bag before I could even protest (I’m stubborn about that), and led us out past the taxis waiting in the sun. I could smell fried empanadas from a stall nearby — made my stomach growl even though it was barely breakfast time.

The van was spotless, honestly nicer than my last Uber back home. It’s funny how you notice little things after a long flight: the coolness of the seat fabric, the soft click of doors closing, that faint scent of eucalyptus from Mario’s air freshener (he said it helps with altitude). He chatted in easy English — turns out he lived in Cochabamba for years but moved back to Sucre for family. We talked about where to get salteñas and whether it would rain later (he said probably not, but you never know here). The drive into Sucre only took about 35 minutes; I kept catching glimpses of whitewashed buildings through the window, sunlight bouncing off them so bright it almost hurt.

I didn’t expect to feel so looked-after on what’s basically just an airport transfer. Mario checked we had our bags (I always panic about that), handed over his number “in case you need anything,” and told us which side streets to avoid if we went exploring later. He waited until we were actually inside our hotel lobby before waving goodbye — small thing, but it stuck with me. Maybe it’s silly to get sentimental about a ride from the airport, but there was something grounding about starting off in Sucre like that.