Oct 01, 2012
Oct 01, 2013
We enjoyed a lazy day this day chilling on the roof terrace leaving our loungers only to go to the food market, buy ice lollies (Sarah's new favourite flavour is cheese flavour!) or wait for the popcorn man to park his little trolley outside the hostel so we could run down and get a bag each. If we hadn't eaten enough that day the 4 of us (Bianca was still too ill to come) decided to go to a little restaurant called tacos and tequila. Tacos were definitely what we needed, tequila was not! We headed back to the hostel early that night, after a quick ice cream stop, and settled down and watched a movie. The following day was our final day in Arequipa and we spent it checking out, booking buses and wandering round the city for the last time. We had both grown fond of Arequipa especially once we moved to the less touristy area of town. If we didn't have to get to Cusco for our inca trail we both felt we could of stayed here for a few weeks, learn some Spanish and immerse ourselves in Arequipa life.
We had planned on having a days rest and then climbing misti volcano. The volcano towers a staggering 2km higher than the canyon. When we awoke the next morning our legs were still aching and going down or upstairs proved a challenge. Apparently when you climb misti not only do you have to just get yourself to the summit you also have to carry your tent, sleeping bag mattress and 6litres of water each! We were all beginning to wonder if we were ready for such a challenge. As the day went on and our legs got no better the option of climbing misti was becoming less and less attractive. It was also Saturday and we hadn't experienced any of arequipas nightlife as yet. Someone suggested market food, red wine and homemade pisco cocktails on the balcony before heading to a few bars and we all jumped at the chance. Misti was cancelled and a night in Arequipa was on. We headed out around 10pm and started of at a bar which had a really bad tribute band but very cheap happy hour, then moved on to a place with a great tribute band which spurred us on to sing along to some Robbie classics, then we finished in a bar called de ja vu where all the back packers seem to head. The wild rover ( the promiscuous chain of hostels that are dotted around Peru and Bolivia) crew turned up and proceeded to entertain us with some very interesting dance moves. A couple of drinks turned into a few more and we all awoke to the sound of car horns and the little mermaid theme tune coming from the road below with very groggy heads at mid day the following day. It's as if car horns have just been invented here, the Peruvians seem to use them for everything, around 90%25 of the cars on the roads are taxis - its bizarre how they are still in business and the majority just look like little match box cars where you wouldn't be surprised if the floor fell out at any moment. The garbage trucks are another enigma, they park up on the road outside every hotel we seem to stay in for hours playing the little mermaid theme tune loudly over and over, we still haven't worked out why!