A Parade for Breakfast

Trip Start Jan 22, 2007
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Trip End Mar 06, 2007


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Sunday, February 4, 2007

The remainder of my time in Nazca was spent waiting for my bus to show up. I bought the best ticket available from the best company in town, for a trip along the best route to Cuzco. But it didnīt help too much. Sure, I had a reclining seat and The Last Samurai (in Spanish), but my problem was the full (or nearly so) moon. On a dark night I wouldnīt be able to look out the window and see how near I was to death. The route was paved (rare in Peru, but fortunately for me I wonīt need to stray from paved roads), but at most places only single lane - and I was in a double-storied bus that slouched left and right a lot. I could look out the window and not even see the road I was on - just straight down, hundreds of feet. It sounds bad, but I was able to sleep knowing the drivers for the company I was with have to pass rigorous testing. Or at least they said so. At any rate, when I woke up we were high in the Andes (and I had a terrible headache, going on two days now, from the altitude I imagine).

So far Cuzco is the nicest place Iīve been. The people are much friendlier, and standing in the central plaza you can see the surrounding mountains, with houses built all over them. There is also a lot of the original Inca stonework around, which shows a great deal of ingenuity. All the stones fit together perfectly, without mortar or anything like that, making high walls that have stood for over 500 years now.

This morning I wandered around, looking for breakfast. I found a place on the second story of an old colonial building near the plaza. They let me have a balcony seat, which was nice - they also made a pretty good English breakfast, except the mostly uncooked beans (likely straight from a can). Before my food arrived I heard drums and brass, and looked up the alley to see Peruīs military parading down the street, right underneath my feet as I ate. They continued on into the plaza, and from what I could gather from the shoe shine boys (who almost outnumber tourists) is that this happens every Sunday.
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