A lesson or two in Peru
Trip Start Jan 18, 2013
17Trip End May 18, 2013
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On arrival at 7am at the hostel we were told that we could only check in at 2pm - smiles weren't being thrown around for free at this point
Firstly I must say that Sonnet wasn't too sold on the whole Arequipa idea, but I sold it so well that she agreed. Looking back, I can't really recall what my selling points were. I mean who would be sold by things such as; 7th world, nothing to do, 16 hour bus ride, language force fields (barriers aren't strong enough to describe these language complications), creeps and perverts. But somehow I convinced her and we were off.
My selling points were spot on, but fortunately it wasn't all bad. We visited an outrageous cathedral. Fact: in Arequipa in the space of roughly 1 square kilometer there are roughly 17 churches. I didn't waste much time researching that little factoid. Being as outgoing as we are and being such adventurous people and stuff (essentially modern day pioneers) we booked a whitewater rafting trip
After much debate, we decided to move on. Our next stop was Cusco, which had been recommended to us by many and it was also the starting point for our Inca Trek.
As you probably don't know, Cusco is a high altitude city, sitting at 3400m above sea level. To give you some perspective, JHB is 1700m above sea level, and Cape Town is at 0m above sea level
Again, as is the norm with South American arrivals, our first impression wasn't great. Our taxi driver dropped us at the top of a dingy alley and said in Guesspanol that our hostel was down the alley. We were skeptical to say the least. It also didn't fill us with comfort when the first person we saw in the alley was a hippy who was drunk beyond comprehension. This should give you an idea of how drunk he was. Step 1: Go out and get as drunk as you have ever been. Step 2: Once extremely drunk, drink 1 000 000 beers. This guy made Johnny Walt look like Mother Theresa. Anyway, as it turns out, our hostel actually was down there. In fact it was in an alley off that alley. Basically the directions were, "Go down Death Alley and turn right into Alley of Certain Death and in the corner you will find your hostel." To our surprise this hostel was a little gem. The owner treated us like her children and the rooms were actually areas of room. I got so excited that I walked into the room (walking into our previous rooms wasn't an option - you had to climb in over the bed and the backpacking backpacks) and smashed my chest into the top of the door
Back to our Cusco experience. The city is beautiful and the people are amazing. There is also plenty to do. We took a hike up the mountain to see the Crristo Blanco (white Jesus) that overlooks the city. We did a city tour which was guided by a human that used English words, all of which we understood individually, but when she put them into a sentence it made about as much sense as supporting Arsenal. Click on this link, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwHpBwAxDIs) it will give you a good idea of what I'm talking about.
Pre and post our Inca Trek, we spent our days walking the markets, buying clothes made out of the skin of long necked sheep's (aka Alpaca's), turning down million of salesmen, talking to each other, hugging miniature Peruvians with pet Alpaca's and we went clubbing on our last night at a place called Mama Africa.
In conclusion then; Lima makes you sad, Arequipa should be called Arenevergothere, and Cusco is mucho linda.
Next up is our Inca Trek. I just need some time to rest (after writing this novel) before I write that post match report. Until then, adios amigos.