The disco last night proved highly effective at negating a
decent sleep. It stopped at 5.30AM, at
which time the local church bells started, and the sun appeared shortly
thereafter. We manage a little more
sleep but again it is interrupted, as apparently most foot traffic through to
the other rooms passes right outside our door.
Ultimately the extra sleep is not very satisfying and we’re a bunch of
grumpy bears in the morning…
Breakfast is a little meagre again, but this time there is
at least some cereal (granola? – it’s a collection of puffed things stuck
together with, presumably, honey) to go with the bread rolls and eggs, not to
mention a bit of butter and jam. The
cereal tends to dissolve with the added milk, but it’s tasty enough. It also has quinoa and you can’t be unhappy
with that!
After our leisurely breakfast, it’s back to our room for a
relax and a bit of planning. We
eventually head out to the streets off the plaza and brave the countless stalls
selling Andean textiles, carvings, jewellery and all-round crap. Andrea is a skilled bargainer, which comes in
handy dealing with the massively inflated prices one is usually offered on
arrival into the stall. After much
experimentation, we find a stall Andrea is happy with and commence our
purchasing run. The owner seems rather
pleased while we tear apart his stall looking for matching items. Moving on to another stall, we purchase a
whole bunch of Andean hats. Arms full,
we huff and puff our way around further streets, stopping for lunch at a quiet
little restaurant with no-one in it. We
hope it’s not a bad sign!
As luck would have it, our lunch is very nice, as well as
being a lot cheaper than those places around the plaza. Feeling a little better, we continue our
wandering and eventually make it back to the hostal. All the lugging of luggage around the place,
as well as this mornings walking, has left me with a bit of a stiff back. I’m recommended a massage place by the hostal
owner and it turns out to be a good choice.
There were lots of places offering ridiculously cheap massages near the
plaza (30 soles for 1 hour), but they seem a bit dodgy, so I go with the
recommended one. She is very good and
leaves me feeling like I’ve been beaten with a stick. I now have a whole new list of sore spots
from her prodding, meaning my back has become less noticeable!
Having now been in town for 24 hours, we decide to brave a
pisco sour tonight. We are pointed
towards a bar that does an extensive range of them, and apparently good
food. We decide we’ll treat
ourselves. We get shown to a corner
table overlooking the plaza and after a lot of thought, we choose our
poisons. Mine is a classic pisco sour,
and Andrea has one featuring passion fruit.
Mine is not great, but certainly not bad. Andrea was happy with hers. Food good – vegetarian ceviche for me, which
might sound odd but it was delicious.
During the day and continuing into the night, there have
been random fireworks set off around town and this continues into the late
evening as we are in bed and trying to sleep.
The disco is at it again, however I expect to be so tired that I will
sleep through it.
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