Goodbyes and reconnections

After leaving Samaipata and returning to Santa Cruz, Aaron and I officially made our goodbyes. He was headed for Salar de Uyuni before heading back north to Ecuador, and I was swept away by my friend, Gillian. A Santa Cruz (and obviously Bolivian) native, we met during High School while she was an exchange student to Colby. We knew each other through tennis and an art class. When she found out that I was in Bolivia she asked me to visit and I was happy to comply. Gillian is still the same friendly and full-of-life girl I remember from seven years ago. After some reminiscing, it was difficult to imagine that it has actually been that long since we have seen each other last.

Adults now (at least in Gillian´s case), she had work during the day so we limited our adventures to the evenings. Though no complaints on my end when considering the typically 90 degree F weather. I was a bit unprepared for the extent of lethargy I experienced from the heat. Her family kindly put me up for the week, fed me nice meals, and let me have my freedom in the house. I spent most of the days lying about while working on her computer, watching movies, or reading my books. It was fantastic having a reliable computer where I could skype with video! It was also quite enjoyable to have such relaxation with access to a computer, as many of you know my Internet access has occasionally been a bit limited.

Gillian showed me around Santa Cruz, the largest and fastest growing city in Bolivia. We went up into the clock tower of the Basilica Menor San Lorenzo Mártir overlooking the main plaza; we walked around the main plaza and along the main avenue; we went to the movies, Jack and Jill; and we wandered through a public contemporary art museum. Gillian also showed me some of the night life of Santa Cruz: her favorite clubs and after hours eateries, while introducing me to her friends. With two of her friends, we even went on a weekend get-away back to Samaipata. We stayed at Samay Wasi Resort in a quaint little cabin. It had four beds, a kitchenette, table, and sitting area. It was perfect. We went back to Amboró National Park, to a different entrance point, to see the giant ferns again. Then we cooked a nice supper and I baked cookies! That night we walked up a hill to El Pueblito, a little resort with excellent views over Samaipata and the night sky. Then after some card playing we laid on the lawn by our cabin to star gaze. The next day we went to breakfast at the organic garden place that makes homemade herbal tea concoctions and delicious black bread. Then we headed back for Santa Cruz and stopped at Laguna Volcan on the way back. This is a very large crater of an extinct volcano. The view is from a cleft in the crater wall and it was stunning. It reminded me of the luscious, green Great Valley from The Land Before Time. I expected to see Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, and Spike, fleeing into the valley from the terrors of Sharptooth. To the front of the crater is a fairly new golf resort, picturesquely built around a small lake. There was a wedding celebration while we were there and everyone was dressed in white, sitting around a mirage pool or walking along the perfectly groomed and green lawns. It was quite a site.

After spending a week in Gillian´s life, I decided I should continue on before I overstayed my welcome. One piece of advice for all those eager travelers out there, never underestimate the power of making international friends. On numerous occasions I have benefited from knowing people abroad. After rumors of a potential transportation strike, I hurried back to La Paz. I returned just to grab my friend and head north to a place called Sorata and see some familiar faces at the Wild Rover. I have had fun since returning to the WR, but I am quite ready to move along. As with hostel life, there are a few familiar faces (mostly those amongst the managerial and residential variety) but the majority are new faces. Still a great crowd of people, but now I am in the role of the stranger. However, once a staff never fully a guest… Tomorrow I will set off and say my final goodbyes. Time continues and I need to continue with it.

Samaipata

First and foremost: Happy Birthday Mom! I love you and hope you have a wonderful day. Tell Poppy to treat you to a nice supper and maybe a movie. 🙂 Hopefully it is a quiet and peaceful day.

As for my travels…Samaipata! A truly gorgeous and charming village. I am thinking a combination of Vilcabamba and Baños from Ecuador: peacefulness and adventure wrapped into a stunning landscape. Wow!

We stayed at a nice place right off the main square, Paola Hospedaje, which has a wonderful terrace on the top floor where our room was. We ate at several nice restaurants, such as Tierra Libre and La Vaca Loca (fantastic ice cream!), as well as the excellent French bakery. It was a peaceful time. I read two books, finished my word searches and sudokus (leaving only crosswords left, though I do not mind), and had lots of sleep. Really there were only two snags in my book. One, we ended up staying there six days because there is not an ATM in Samaipata. We were directed to Mairana, a neighboring village 20 km away. We rode bicycles there (lovely except steeply uphill the entire way back) only to be told the ATM is only for member cardholders, then directed to the Western Union and denied for not having passport identification. We returned to Samaipata then took a collective back to find the place closed and not opening again until three days later due to the weekend and a holiday! Se we were a little delayed with very limited funds. And the trip to Mairana ruined our plans to cycle to Las Cuevas which has several cave and waterfall features. Blast! The other mishap is that I forgot that I have been away from daylight and sunshine. I now have lovely tan lines on my arms and chest, as well as not entertaining what-so-ever burns on the fronts of my legs. Quite painful and guaranteed to peel. Who has ever had their legs peel? I have not, and I am prone to a good sunburn a few times a summer.

Anyways, we did see Zoologico El Refugio, an animal refuge. They have several monkeys (mostly uncaged, but a few less well-behaved which are in cages), an ocelot, over 20 turtles, dogs, a peccary, many birds, land beavers, etc. It is run by a woman who takes in volunteers to take care of the animals. All proceeds from the quite inexpensive entrance fee and cafe go towards supplies for the animals. It is a great place to get close and personal with the animals. The monkeys were really friendly and very entertaining.
We also went to El Fuerte, the “Fortress,” a pre-Inca archaeological site. It is the world’s largest monolith. The entire structure has been carved out of a single stone, 250 m long with a 60 m width. It is believed to have been built by the Chané people, a pre-Inca culture of Arawak origin. During Inca expansion, there was an Inca city built near the temple. Later the Guarani warriors conquered the area. Then the Spaniards also built a settlement near the temple before abandoning the settlement and moving into the valley where Samaipata is located today. Thus, the surrounding building foundations on and near the temple are of Inca and Spanish origins over the original Chané monolith.
Finally, we also went to the Yungas of Amboró National Park, with Michael Bledinger Tours. Our guide was fantastic, quite knowledgable. For once we had a nature tour in English where it was not a memorized presentation. He also had answers for random questions too. The only sad part is that this is the rainy season, thus a lack of fauna. There was heaps of flora, though. And they have these giant ferns which grow to tree-sized proportions. Despite the slightly overcast day and lack of animals, the cloud forest is enchanting. There are more species there than further north or south because it is the climate mixing zone, providing a combination of the luscious trees with the more hardy trees in optimal diversity.
Our guide also dabbles into real estate and was telling us about recent expansion of Samaipata. Santa Cruz is the fastest growing city in Bolivia and many people build these astounding summer home chateaus in Samaipata. He said that in the last ten years, real estate prices have dramatically risen. We are talking about a good sized home (not including the land purchase price) at $250,000 to 500,000 USD. That just seems absurd! That is an INCREDIBLY large amount of money.

Bolivia

My departure from La Paz, and more importantly Wild Rover, was surprisingly easier than I thought.

Aaron and I picked last Sunday afternoon, and when it finally came around I just left on got on the first bus for Cochabamba. After a week of stalling, I finally made it out of La Paz! I will not deny that WR withdrawal occurred immediately, but the bus ride kept me at bay. For one, Bolivia is actually quite beautiful, and I have barely seen much of it yet. The afternoon was at its peak while we were passing these endless green crop fields. In the distance I could see darker rain clouds just beginning to break open, but our immediate area was mostly sunny few some areas of big, white, fluffy clouds. Then, suddenly, it began to rain, and the air emanated a rich earth smell. Besides the snow-capped peaks in the far background, this moment overwhelmed me with strong associations of my childhood in Kansas. After the quick 20 minute shower, the rain stopped and a bright rainbow appeared. Anyone who has driven into eastern Kansas during springtime will understand how unique these beautiful afternoon showers can be. I was convinced that these mesmerizing events could only occur on the dry high plains, which conveniently is where we happened to be within Bolivia´s immense variety of elevations and habitats.

Cochabamba was a nice place. Outside of our little area around the bus and train terminals, Cochabamba is quite a bit like a proper city as I am familiar with from the U.S. There are a variety of name brand and boutique stores, tree-lined boulevards, restaurants with public parking, and mall complexes. We stayed by the terminal, as that is where the economic accommodation options are located. Our first night at the Residencial Nueva York seemed a wee bit too much like an hourly type of place, so we promptly moved to HI-Hostel Versalles for the remaining of our time in Cochabamba.

We mostly did the tourist thing and saw the “sights” while wondering around aimlessly. We tested out the public bus system. We went up on Cerro de San Pedro to see the Christ statue, Cristo de la Concordia. It is several inches taller than the 33 meter Christ statue in Rio de Janeiro, making it the tallest in South America. On the way up I was reminded of a California valley where each little connected town is separated by short runs of hills dividing them apart. However, this is not the case in Cochabamba where everything within sight is still just Cochabamba. We also wandered through the Mercado Concho Calatayud, supposedly Bolivia´s largest market, though I am convinced El Alto´s market is bigger. We toured through the Instituto de Investigaciones Antropológicas Museo UMSS. It is just a small university collection, but their three sections of palaeontological, archaeological, and ethnographic specimens were right up my alley.

Then on our way to the nicer districts of Cochabamba, we experienced a true Bolivian strike. Bolivia is famed for the constant striking which can debilitate an area in minutes and stop all functioning of businesses, transportation, and government functions. I have interacted with two other strikes:  coming into Bolivia from Peru we went to a less-used northern town for customs due to the momentary closure of the regular route, and seeing heaps of protesters in the streets of La Paz preventing through traffic around select government buildings, but this was the first time one directly affected my actions. The marchers began closing off Calle San Martin, the main road for all public buses to pass along and the primary circuit for reaching the other part of Cochabamba (of which we were trying to go to). The buses were having a horrendous time getting through a side route and traffic was essentially at a stand-still. It was a chaotic mess. We finally had to opt for a taxi, only our taxi could not move anywhere as trapped vehicles were trying to re-enter moving traffic without any sense of order. At one point our taxi driver literally got out and moved whatever debris was blocking our path to non-blocked roads. Watching this happen was astonishing at how quickly everything becomes hectic as people suddenly begin making human chains across intersections preventing traffic from continuing its regular course of action. I see now why this is such an effective form of striking.

The purpose for getting to the other side of Cochabamba was to see the Palacio de Portales, the palace of the famous Simón I. Patiño. This place actually has quite a fascinating history. Simón Patiño discovered a silver mine in his early forties, then built up this huge mining corporation, making him an extremely wealthy man. He moved his family to Europe where it would be better to expand business prospects. However, as Cochabamba is his birthplace, he implemented the construction of this immense house to be built for whenever he visited. As was popular at the time, the entire house and surrounding grounds were designed with French and Italian themes. Much of the wood panelling, architecture, ceiling façades, and furniture were all designed in Europe then brought over and reconstructed. Imagine grand entryways, huge windows in every room, elaborate 1500’s Rome-themed frescoes, silk-lined walls, ornate wood flooring, and luscious surrounding grounds with uncountable number of Bolivian plants (which really says something since Bolivia is a top-ranking country of flora and fauna diversity in the world). I was blown away by the place. Simple yet exquisite. The most intriguing part of this story, however, is the fact that Simón was too busy to ever visit. Thus the house stood finished and unused for forty years. After his death, the family donated the property to the public for a museum, which is how is has served ever since. One of the old carriage buildings was turned into a free library for the public. Quite astonishing.

The bus ride from Cochobamba to Santa Cruz was an excruciating 11.5 hour, stagnant ride where I had the pleasure of sitting directly in front of three small boys sharing a seat and directly next to two boys sitting in the aisle, frequently using my leg as a back rest or my arm rest as a chair. What a lovely time it was. We were merely going to Santa Cruz for the night so that we could back track the next day to Samaipata. Buses now only use the newer northern route to Santa Cruz and from there you can find buses or collectives going along the southern route which will get you to Samaipata. This little venture to Santa Cruz was seeming like a waste of a day until that night when we went for supper at a Mexican restaurant. Despite my bean and mushroom “Big Boy Burrito” being quite tasty and perfectly sized, what really brightened my day were the other diners at the restaurant.

Much to my delight, there were four separate families who all could have come off a Kansas farm from several decades ago. The women wore Chaco-looking, comfy leather sandals or the slightly heeled, leather shoes typical of Sisters; knee-highs; modestly-cut dresses made from fabrics that have long been resigned only for curtain material; and black prayer veils. The men wore black, lace-up, leather shoes (that both of my own grandfathers wore…); tall socks; heavy-duty overalls; button-up, collared shirts; and the smart hair-cuts with permanent hat lines imprinted around the hair line. There were several generations for age, all of similar descriptions. Maybe I have been a little homesick since the holidays, but I keep finding suck marked similarities to things I associate to Kansas. I never spoke with these people, never heard what language they used, and know very little about them. However, I am shameless enough to snap a few photos had I had my camera. When questioned about the other “gringos” in the room, the waiter did not even think we were talking about the four groups of mid-westerners. Haha. They did seem unusually familiar with the establishment. The next day before leaving for Samaipata, I saw another one walking down the street. I am tickled!

…ok, since this wonderful encounter I have actually learned a bit about them. They are a Mennonite community with agricultural and dairy farmers. An estimated number for just Bolivia is around 40,000 people, though the practice of large families causes a steady rise to the population count. They are primarily from Germany, with ties to Russia, Canada, and several other eastern European countries, including relocation from the U.S., Mexico, and other places within South America. German is the pervasive language. They started coming to South America in the 1920’s and 30’s for religious freedom as WWII events were setting in. Many of the communities forgo modern amenities of electricity, sew their own clothing, use horse-drawn buggies, and other varying Mennonite practices. Though these would be traditional Mennonite practices, the lack of electricity likely has more to do with their avoidance of outsiders. They are forming their own communities away from proper cities in the outskirts where land is considered “uninhabitable” due to sparsity of water, thus electricity and water lines would be a premium out of their own pocket. Most rural homes in Bolivia do not have the means of electricity. They are building an agricultural frontier into the thick, eastern jungle of Bolivia and making a relatively prosperous bloc of landowners as multinational companies like Cargill and Archer Daniels Midland rely on their soybean and sunflower harvests to produce cooking oils and animal feed. Further inquiry uncovered other scandals within a few select communities. I am not exactly content with what I have learned about these people, but overall, they are considered hard-working, moral people. I am still delighted at the observation.

“Life” in La Paz

I am sure the first La Paz entry was a little shocking, but some good, old-fashioned fun occurred as well during my time at Wild Rover.

The staff is like one giant family. We worked, slept, and played all together in the confines of the hostel without any major tiffs between us. These conditions enable relationships to blossom at an extremely rapid pace. One particularly family-like moment was hanging out Christmas day, each of us disappearing for our Skype dates home, everyone happy and a wee bit teary all at the same time. This was my first Christmas not with my family and it was harder than I thought it would be. Fortunately, I was able to Skype home and see everyone, hear everyone´s voices. If I had been in the company of such wonderful people, it would have been just that much more difficult. Though I was put off by the fact that for our proper Christmas supper, only five of us from the night shift ate together while the other twelve or fifteen staff all shared supper together later that night. The dividing ration was not agreeable to me. I might still be a bit peeved… At least the food was good and we did get to sit and enjoy it without trying to eat while rushing around working.

I went to Death Road with Lamb the day before my birthday. As Wild Rover staff we got a free tour through Gravity Assisted Mountain Biking (GravityBolivia.com). Death Road, also known as the North Yungas Road, Grove´s Road, Coroico Road, Camino de las Yungas, El Camino de la Muerte, or Road of Death. It is a 63 km road from La Cumbre (4,700 masl) to Yolosa (1,200 masl) en route from La Paz to Coroico, northeast of La Paz in the Yungas region of Bolivia. It is legendary for extreme danger with 600 meter sheer cliffs, single-lane width (predominantly just barely over 3 m), and lack of guard rails. The downhill driver gets the ride-of-way, except the direction of travel was reversed, thus you go down on the left which is the cliff side of the road. Which, yes, means that we are riding mountain bikes down a still in-use road where we are required to stay as close to the cliff edge as possible. Not the most reassuring instruction I have taken. The 1995 Inter-American Development Bank christened the road as the “world´s most dangerous road” due to the estimation that 200 to 300 travellers are killed yearly along the road. As well as the still held record for largest fatality in a single vehicle accident when in 1983, a bus veered off the road into the canyon, killing more than 100 passengers. Numerous crosses dot the road marking various fallen vehicles. It is this danger that brings the 25,000 mountain bikers each year to attempt this dangerous road. Though do not let me fool you too much. Yes, the road is quite dangerous, but only about 19 riders have died in the last decade or so. This year, the last rider fatality was in June. It was a Japanese woman completing her second go at Death Road with three other experienced riders. Coincidentally, I actually met an English guy in Quito, Ecuador, who was in that group.

It was quite a thrilling ride. I was highly reminded of the downhill biking portion from my first day of the Inka Jungle Machu Picchu Trek. And you all will pleased to know that I never fell once (on the road or off the road). There was only one time that I feared the worst. A car was coming up the road and I have to move into the loose gravel of the cliff side. Right as they passed my back tire fish-tailed. If I had fallen, the decision would have been to be hit by a vehicle or fall off a cliff. Luckily, I kept it together and simply continued on my way. 🙂 The best part, though, is when we passed through the waterfall area. The waterfalls drain directly over the road. This is a bit more dangerous and very lovely at the same time. The worst part of the day was that from the second we left the van by the lakes outside La Cumbre, we were snowed on with that wet, heavy snow slush. Then when we reached a lower and slightly warmer elevation, the snow simply became rain. Haha! What a delight! At least we were able to visit La Senda Verde, a not-for-profit animal refuge that raises funds to look after recued animals. Their main animal inhabitant happens to be the approximately 60 monkeys of various species! Most of which are freely roaming the grounds! The quite entertaining rule about interacting with these monkeys is the “strip club” rule: they can touch you, climb on you, and do whatever they want, but you are not allowed to touch back. The people who run the place were not particularly friendly, which seems odd since the whole facility and purpose of guests is to promote donations. The monkeys were awesome and I have two different ones decide I was perfect for use as a jungle gym or lap to rest on. 🙂 It made me quite happy. The amazing part is that despite being completely unleashed, these monkeys also do not have any type of perimeter fencing system. They simply choose not to leave (with only the occasional departure here and there to the nearby banana plantation). The ride back to La Paz included an unexpected thrill as we retraced our tracks back up the Death Road instead of taking the new paved road. This fact did not please Lamb as he had to brave Death Road for a second time. Though to be fair, this road is tremendously more dangerous by vehicle than it is by bicycle.

The following day, on my BIRTHDAY, I returned to Pepe´s Tattoo to have a cherry blossom tree with the word “Perseverance” at the trunk put onto my left side. I know Mom is probably shocked right now as she already was not pleased about the other tattoo, but it is a very elegant original drawing of my own specifications that I am very pleased with. For those that understand such things, I also received a great deal when comparing to U.S. standards. Two sittings, six colors, 3 hours, original design, and with proper sanitation and licensing for just under $175 USD. That is a true bargain. The artist, Milan, is very keen on detail, so it was also very well done. It was one of the most painful things I have ever subjected my body to, but now that it is healed I can barely remember the pain. It was not good towards the end. And Mom, do not worry, I will not return home covered in tattoos. I only plan on maybe one or two more tiny ones before I am done with tattoos. 🙂 And they are all quite concealed besides the lizard on my foot.

Anyways, that evening of my birthday, everyone was so wonderful. They all signed a birthday card (which was actually a Fathers´ Day card…thanks Aisling!), had cupcakes with candles (while the whole bar sang Happy Birthday), and various odd gifts with a bouquet of flowers. I could not have asked for more. Though I could have done without it being UV night…haha. I am now 23 years alive. How time gets away with you, huh Mom and Dad? I have this strange idea about birthdays. All the important ones happen until you turn 21. Then you are finally a real person with all your rights and privileges. Technically I would say that age is 25, what with renting vehicles, taxes, etc., but those are not exactly things we look forward to, so the age is 21. The next important age is 50, when you start rolling down the other side of the hill. Therefore, I have this odd misconception that the 25 or so years in between are these fluid, free years. You can do whatever you want. Ideally, I think most people begin plans for a career and settling down, but luckily I feel no hurry to check those off my list. So for now, I am content on traveling and not thinking forward much beyond when I return this coming summer and plans for grad school.

Aside from all the adventures in Wild Rover, I did get out occasionally to explore La Paz. I especially used the cheap prices of Bolivia to my advantage for a bit of shopping. There are great shopping opportunities along Calle Comercio (conveniently the same street WR is located along), all the way to the “market” areas (black market, witches market, craft market, etc.) ending at the thrift market beginning at Calle Illampe to the top of the hill. If I was not leaving the hostel to dine at a tasty restaurant, I was likely somewhere within these shopping streets. I decided at some point that I wanted to update my wardrobe while in La Paz, and it required serious thought and several shopping visits. Mostly, though, that is because I am apparently a giant in Bolivian standards. The maximum shoe size is a US women´s size 8 (which happens to be my size, thank goodness), and most tops come as one size only, take it or leave it. Sadly I mostly had to leave everything. However, after six months of wearing the same seven days´ worth of apparel every single week, it was time for some change. I also sent home an 8 kilo package. The sad part is that about 90% of it was all personal belongings I no longer wanted to lug around with me. Though that does mean the package contains a few gifts for home. Despite losing some things, my pack is still not particularly light now…oh how I never fully moved passed my pack-rat days. I suppose that I just really enjoy being prepared, even if that means carrying around essentially useless items.

I even went with Jack, Jonas, Lamb, and Hurston, to the enormous 10 hectare shopping market in El Alto, the city up on the valley edge overlooking La Paz. Had I been on my own, I would probably have become severely lost. I did not make many purchases, but it was thrilling to see the never-ending rows upon rows of vendors selling everything a person could imagine. Literally, you could start at one end and build an entire vehicle from scratch before reaching the opposite side. They even had the token section of “second hand” items which I quickly realized must consist mostly of the stolen belongings from tourists. I was not particularly pleased seeing these items in such abundance. There was everything from the actual suit cases to underwear and larger than size eight shoes (of recognizable brand names).

This has already become too long, but I genuinely enjoyed my time in La Paz at the Wild Rover. I am sad to have left, but I was becoming too far sucked into that time warp. I needed to get out while I still had motivation. Besides, I know more adventures await as I finally start exploring Bolivia and work my way into the remaining countries.

My inner Wild Rover

We made it to Bolivia! Two countries down and the third one under way. When having unlimited time to travel to only a few places, one really feels jealous of the marathon travelers who are marking country number 8 or 9 to by the end of month six. My consolation is that I actually get to stop and enjoy myself, see all the sights, and really invest myself into each country.
La Paz.
I was there too long (six weeks) and needed to get out, yet something in me wanted to stay. Luckily Aaron was a motivational trigger to get my act together and move on. Upon arriving to La Paz, Aaron headed off for a home stay family to take Spanish classes for a month while I headed to the Wild Rover Hostel to work for a month. Despite being in the same city, we hardly saw each other. This was like a warm-up period for once we split off. La Paz is a giant explosion of a city across a valley. It is busy, unorganized, and enormous. There are nicer parts, as with all cities, but it has not been my favorite. Especially when compared to Cusco in Peru. It does not help that the Wild Rover is not exactly located in the slightly more pristine “tourist” area of La Paz. Despite the city not being high on my list, I never actually had to interact with it on a major scale. This fact is more depressing than fortunate. It shows how little I had needs outside the safety of the hostel walls. It was considered a big day to get out and make it to the pharmacy or to the DVD store around the corner. I cannot even describe how successful it was to spend a day shopping along Calle Comercio and Calle Illampe, or when we went to the giant market in El Alto, or completing Death Road. For all the unproductiveness in the last month or so, a lot has happened. Especially worth noting is Christmas, my 23rd birthday, and New Years! Not to mention all the hilarious times, crazy parties, and magnificent people at the hostel.
Where do I begin? I still do not know.
When I first started working and moved into the staff room, it was like entering No Man´s Land. I meekly set my belongings into a corner and lived out of my pack the first three days until I actually found an empty cupboard to put my clothes away. There were two German girls, Natalie and Teresa, who stopped working shortly after I began. I never really got to know either one. Then there was Hurston, from San Fran in the US, he stayed through New Years. He is a quiet soul, and I do not think the staff room lifestyle was quite right for him. Jonas, also from the US, has been there several months and just became the new bar manager. He is Nadya´s and my big spoon to our frequent group cuddling. The Daniels, Daniel Tobin (nick-named Angry) and Daniel Lamb, two Welsh buddies traveling together, they stayed just through New Years as well. When together (or apart) they always have some hilarious, cheeky comment to lighten the mood. They are really great guys. And Trevor and Alicia, they had already stopped working when I first arrived but stayed through my first week as “guests,” if that is the appropriate term for ex-staff. Since that first day there have been other staff members. Nadya, from Vancouver, currently working her way into month two. She and I have been attached at the hip. It is already strange to put that into the past tense. 😦 Kim and Aisling, from Ireland, stayed through Christmas and New Years. Really fantastic girls and incredibly nice. Salim, England, through Christmas and New Years. Stuart and Chris, the Skinnies, from England, Stu has departed already and Chris left the day after me. We were concerned at first since Stu does not drink, but they were both a riot. It would not have been the same without them. Denzel, England, long term guest, very short term staff. Always giving me a hard time! 🙂 Justin, Australia, leaving shortly. Really funny guy and possibly a closet nerd like me…my nick name was Crossword as I was often spotted doing nerdy activities like crosswords, journaling, or reading. Jess and Evan, often referred to as Mission and Parksville, their respective Canadian homes. I sometimes forget who they are when only referenced by actual names. And the newest newbies, Claire from England and Adam from Australia. Besides the bar staff are Jack, hostel manager and really good fun (sometimes our fourth spoon, haha), and Gerry, previous bar manager. Then there are the endless other amazing people. Reception workers, Diego and Suki. Kitchen hooligans, Jose, Julio, Jesus. Fantastic cleaning ladies, Nelly, Nellsi, and Rogelia. Ben, hostel manager and Edith, in the office. Natalie and Brinda through Gravity, the downhill biking company promoted at the hostel (same agency I completed Death Road through). Among the endless list of others I am forgetting. I cannot even begin to mention all the non-staff I have met and befriended. It is truly the people here that would keep me longer. Each new person is like an undiscovered gem in a treasure box. I am not doing justice on descriptions, but I promised to keep these entries shortish… Let´s just say that a significant chunk of my journal was filled for these descriptions and I am incredibly stingy on using up precious pages in the finite space of my journal. That tells you how memorable and important these people have become to me. You will glean a better picture of who these people are once I can manage to get pictures online and through the few stories I will entail.
I got a little off track. My opinion of the staff room has not changed. It is still a dingy, smelly, black hole of a pit where everything goes missing (especially water bottles…), where sleep is a barely received luxury, but good fun is always happening. There are no secrets in the staff room. It is always a giant cuddle fest…or cutch fest if you speak proper English (and come from Wales) ;). Drinking is a daily activity. No questions asked. Breakfast is whenever you wake up, independent of any real time table. Wearing your pajamas all day on your day off but still going to the bar is highly acceptable. If you look like death after waking up, just put on sunglasses and you are fine. Waking up to take multiple rounds of jager bombs can lead to permanent reminders of such activities…possibly referring to the tattoo of “Wild Rover” five of us now have on our bums, due to a few too many jager bombs on the morning of Christmas Eve…Sorry Mom! When taking a free shot that someone else pours, do not 1) start closing your mouth, 2) turn your head away, or 3) start up on your toes, especially when the pourer is shorter than you. All three of these will result in getting nasty liquor concoctions poured down your face. And hand grenades (one shot tequila, one shot jager, one shot vodka, and Red Bull) are the devil. Not many of you will actually understand any of this, but it is all worth mentioning.
Wild Rover is a party hostel, hands down. My first week there we had the 4th Anniversary UV Party. I learned shortly after beginning at Wild Rover (WR for all further mentioning) that my absolute least favorite night of the week is UV night. Your clothes become covered in UV paints and since all the lights are off, everyone feels the need to act like complete morons. Fridays are much more entertaining. Each Friday is some sort of dress-up theme. We had themes such as crazy hats, Father Ted (an absolute must-see Irish/British comedy series about the misadventures of three Roman Catholic priests who live in a parish on the fictional Craggy Island, located off the west coast of Ireland. Hilarious!), famous actor/actresses, and Friday 13th. We also had a fantastic celebration over Christmas Eve, Christmas day, and Boxer Day (the day after Christmas). Christmas Eve was a naughty Santa/sexy Mrs. Claus party. We had all the staff as gifts to each other. Also, the New Year´s Eve Black and White party was great. We always decorate and guests are extremely willing to partake in dress-up opportunities. One night we decided to wear party hats the whole night due to the discovery of about 25 hats under the bar counter. Night life in La Paz is completely different than that in Cusco. There are tons of clubs and places to go at night, but we always go to preselected locations each night because our hostel has arranged deals with these select locations for free entry of WR guests, drink deals for WR staff, the guarantee that the club is open, etc. It is not like Cusco where you can hop between six different places all within walking distance of each other. Due to this practice, we usually just end up at a club with mostly WR people and not many outsiders. This has many pros and cons.
When I finally stopped working after five weeks, I stayed one additional week to clear my head, organize my next travel plans for the rest of Bolivia, and re-enter the realm of functioning humans. Though as I mentioned before, once a staff member, you never actually become a proper “guest” ever again. I still helped orient new bar staff, was still expected to take commends to the kitchen, was ignored immediate service at the bar, had no official bed in the over-booked guest rooms, and, much to my displeasure, was no longer receiving my 40% staff discount. The perks of working are almost fairly decent: free accommodation, one free meal daily, one free pint of juice daily, 40% off everything else (food and drinks alike), a free Death Road tour through Gravity (shirt and CD included), and major discounts at several nice eateries and clubs. Let´s just say that after five weeks of lodging, food, and drinks, was less than $175 USD. Try to pull that off in the States. Not to mention the nightly entertainments of a full bar, all my food prepared for me, a TV room with bean bags, and warms showers. How I feel almost semi-pampered as hostel bar staff.

Catching up on Peru…

Sorry that I am still finishing up my Peru entries!

When we finally got out of Cusco, we headed for Arequipa. I loved and still love Cusco as one of my favorite cities. However, it was time to leave. As a little going away gift I had my purse stolen while leaving a club on my last night. After spending five hours at the police station, with the full realization that they were not going to actually accomplish anything and I was simply losing out on precious sleep, I finally made it back to the hostel red eyed and ready to get out of Cusco. We took a night bus and ended up at The Point in Arequipa because I got a free night for being a formal bar staff employee.

Arequipa was exactly what I needed. We went there to trek Colca Canyon and see condors. Colca Canyon is more than twice as deep as the Grand Canyon in the US, and thus is promoted as the “world´s deepest canyon.” We left on a bus to the sleepy little town of Chivay and basically just slept the whole time due to complications with bus routes and times. At 4:00 the next morning we left Chivay and headed for Cruz del Condor. We waited at the viewing point overlooking Colca Canyon and Rio Colca below for approximately four hours with not a single condor sighting before we left on a bus to take us to the Mirador San Miguel where we began our trek. Despite the unfortunate lack of condors, watching the canyon fill with light during the morning sunrise was oddly serene and meditative. There is not much like sitting quietly with few noises while staring out across a beautiful landscape.

At the San Miguel we lucked out and were able to follow a guided group to the beginning of the trek. Aaron and I decided to trek the canyon loop on our own without a guide. I still believe it was the right choice. The use of a guide is completely unnecessary, and we saved about 60 soles not taking a guide. From the mirador we trekked down to the Rio Colca, crossed the bridge and began the ascent back up the other side of the canyon, passing through San Juan de Chuccho, Cosñirhua, and Malata. Once at Malata we descended once again down to Sangalle (Oasis), which is the lush green patch of earth in an old flood plain of the Rio Colca. The whole trek is very hot and exposed to the sun, but once you round a bend and first glimpse Sangalle, you properly realize why it is called the Oasis. The “town” is nothing but little resorts with lush grass, sparkling pools, and small thrush huts. According to the map we collected from a travel agency, the trek from San Miguel to Sangalle should have taken us seven hours, but Aaron and I made it in five. Which is quite impressive when considering that we had just spent a month with very little exercise and an alcohol diet. We arrived to El Eden, this quiet little residential, just after 14:00, giving us plenty of time to relax by the pool drinking a cold beer. Another early night to bed due to exhaustion and the need to head out at 4:00 the following morning. This was the most arduous part of the trek. Sangalle is located at the bottom of the valley. We had a gruelling three hour trek uphill about 1,000 meters to reach Cabanaconde, the town at the top of the valley edge. With no proper idea of how long it would take us to reach the top or when the morning bus would be leaving Cabanaconde for Arequipa, we left before daybreak. This was actually in our favor as the climb quickly causes your body to heat up and start sweating. I cannot imagine that trek uphill while the sun is baring down. In fact, the ascent required so much energy that we did not realize how cold it was outside until we reached Cabanaconde and could barely write our names on the bus tickets due to frozen fingers.

I really appreciated having a fairly easy trek to stretch my legs a bit. Though I must say that the second day while climbing up to Cabanaconde was the most breathtaking part of the entire trek. About half-way up, looking back at the valley, while the sun it slowly draping golden light across the land. That was a sight to remember. I have been to the Grand Canyon and think it is more impressive geologically and aesthetically, but that one view of Colca Canyon rivalled both sunrise and sunset views of the Grand Canyon. Simply gorgeous. Though still no condor sightings. 🙂

Once in Cabanaconde, we had the perfect amount of spare time to eat a hot breakfast, change clothes, and play a game of scrabble before leaving on our bus for Arequipa. I thought that the adventures were over once en route, but I was completely wrong. I slept the whole way into the valley, but I did not close my eyes once on the way out. It was one of the scariest and most beautiful drives I have ever been on. For three hours you are driving along a single lane, dirt road which has been carved out of the hillside erosion debris. That unsteady, conglomerate mash is the eroding debris from the higher peaks above. Every time an oncoming vehicle came towards us, we simply pulled to the side of the road to let it by before continuing our journey. Several times this required pulling off the single land road as it was almost never sufficiently wide enough for two vehicles. Then we passed through a tunnel that was carved into a chalky parent rock material. I suspect the hillside debris was not secure enough to actually support a road so they carved out the tunnel. However, the tunnel was too long to see the light on the other side, yet there were no interior lights or supporting walls, and the actual road was a several inches thick layer of loose dust from the walls. This tunnel was barely the width of one vehicle and yet I do not remember seeing any type of warning system that an oncoming vehicle was already within the tunnel. Despite the adrenaline rush of utter terror every time we came close to running off the road, leaving the valley was absolutely stunning. Colca Canyon does not have the extreme and immediate cliffs of the Grand Canyon, but the diffuse canyon with surrounding mountains is mesmerizing. The trip to Colca Canyon was definitely worth the lovely sunburn I  acquired over the two days´ trek. We stayed in Arequipa a few days after our trek due to a misplaced bank card. However, it gave us some time to meet up with the fantastic Alice from Cusco who was staying with her aunt in Arequipa. We also had the pleasure to see Melanie (again from Cusco) and meet three of her friends. Beyond seeing friends, we had the opportunity to acquire new friends from the hostel who were equally amazing.

After leaving Arequipa, we headed for Puno and Lake Titicaca. This was our last city to visit within Peru. Arriving to Puno was like entering a relaxed time warp. Between Puno and Copacabana (the lakeside town on the Bolivia side of the border), Aaron and I spent a week in total relaxation. There was lots of sleeping, reading, and movie watching. In Puno we stayed at Bothy Backpacker Hostel, where we were two of maybe six guests and the only two in our nine person dorm. We walked along the beach of Lake Titicaca where the city of Puno has established a lovely walking area. I tried out my new camera. Third time´s a charm. I will be protecting this camera with my life!…or at least the pictures on the camera. We explored Puno. Changed out money. Then headed for the border en route for Copacabana. There was a strike that day, very typical of Bolivia, and headed for a more northern border before heading back down to Copacabana.

Troubles of being U.S. citizens. When traveling within South America, U.S. citizens have a few surprise entry fees and visa requirements for Suriname, Brazil, Bolivia, Paraguay, and Chile. Fortunately, Chile only requires a reciprocity fee of $131 when entering Chile through the Santiago airport. Woot! When traveling as a backpacker with a very strict budget, these fees can be quite unfortunate. Upon arriving at the Peru-Bolivia border crossing, Aaron and I were required to fill out two lengthy forms, turn in two copies of our passport, (supposedly two passport-sized pictures as well, though they luckily waived that requirement), and $135 USD. We were both quite early in the queue but left last due to the extended entry process.

We arrived to Copacabana that evening under a torrential downpour. The bus stopped outside a hotel near the beach, thus Aaron and I, plus two nice Korean guys we met on the bus, took off running uphill through the rain to reach a cheaper accommodation. After not finding the places on our map, we settled on a hotel/hostel place above a restaurant. After peeling off our drenched attire we headed out to grab some fresh lake trout fished directly from Lake Titicaca. Delicious! The following day we headed to Isla del Sol (Island of the Sun), where there are Incan ruins. We stayed in the village Yucumani at HI-Inka Pacha, located at the top of the island up, surprise surprise, a long, steep Inca staircase. This was gorgeous, though, with a panoramic view of Lake Titicaca and the island. We explored some of the walking paths on the island, though were not successful in finding a proper trail down to a delightful looking little beach, and saw the Inca temple of the sun.

Lake Titacaca (3,800 masl and 400 m depth) is the ninth highest lake on Earth, and the largest commercially navigable lake on Earth. Boasted as the highest lake in South America, Laguna Colorada (4,500 masl) in southern Bolivia near the Uyuni Salt Plains, Poquentica Lake (5,750 masl) between Chile and Bolivia, Aguas Calientes Pool (5,831 masl) Chile, Laguna Blanca and Laguna Verde (5,916 masl) at the base of the Licancabur volcano in the Eduardo Avaroa Andean Fauna National Reserve in Bolivia, Acamarachi Pool (5,950 masl) Chile, and Ojos del Salada (6,390 masl) Argentinian-Chilean border, are all at higher elevations. Lake Titicaca is still quite an impressive feat, however. The name Titicaca derives from the wildcats that live on the lake’s islands, called titi. Titicaca was a sacred place for the Inca civilization. The first Inca king was said to be born here and according to Inca mythology; Titicaca is where the world was created, by the god Viracocha. Legend has it that the god Viracocha rose from the depths of the lake to form the sun, the stars and the first people. The area is still very dear to its inhabitants today, especially the Uros people, who live on the lake on floating islands made of reeds.

We headed back to Copacabana the following afternoon. When we left Copacabana, our next destination was La Paz. Stay tuned

La Paz time warp

For those who may have been wondering, I am still alive.

Yes, I am the world´s worst person at staying in touch and at blogging specifically. For all of my faithful followers, I apologize for the lack of entries in the last month and a half. 🙂 Oops… But for those of you who find me excruciatingly long-winded, you will be pleased to know that I have made a New Year´s resolution (which I have already failed at a little by waiting until the 11th…) to write more frequently with shorter entries. Yeah! Everyone wins! Except me, as I will actually have to try and follow through.

Anyways, I have missed greetings for a few holidays.
Happy Thanksgiving
Merry Christmas
(Happy Birthday to myself, haha)
Happy New Years

Whew! A lot has happened since leaving Cusco. I am currently in La Paz, Bolivia, where I have been the last five or six weeks. I have been working in the Wild Rover hostel. I am finished now and plan to get moving asap. I just need to look into where I will be heading next and then I am on my way.

Spoiler for those of you who do not already know. Aaron and I will no longer be traveling together. He has spent this time in La Paz at a home stay, learning more Spanish, while I have been at the Wild Rover. We plan to finish out Bolivia together and then he will head back north while I continue onto Chile, Argentina, and Uruguay.

Also, I have officially been gone six months. How time flies. I do not know how much longer I will stay gone, though I have begun thinking about what I will do once I return home. It is impossible to know for sure when I will be sick of traveling, and when my financials will require my return home. 🙂 We will see how the next few countries turn out. I would still like to get to Colombia if possible.

That is all for now. Hopefully tomorrow I will have an entry for the end of Peru. Then I will start one for Bolivia. 🙂

I love you all. I hope you are enjoying the winter holidays and weather. It has not entirely seemed like winter for me with the lack of snow! Those of you with snow, please curl up in a warm blanket and sip hot cocoa for me. Also, go outside and make a snow angel, have a snow ball fight, and find pretty icicles.

Life in Cuzco

The tourism around Cuzco is amazing. I really cannot question why 2 million tourists visit the area each year. I am a little surprised that there are not more tourists, though I do not think I saw the high season. However, we were in this great city for a month, the tourism definitely did not take up all that time. Thus, second installment of living in Cuzco…
Life in Cuzco
One strategy for Aaron and I to stretch our money, and thus extend the amount of time we can afford to stay in South America :), is to stay in certain cities for a couple weeks and work in a hostel. This is seriously a good way to majorly cut back on expenses, occupy yourself in the evenings, and meet some wonderful people (local and traveller, alike).
We knew that we would want to spend some time in Cuzco to be able to fully explore the archaeological splendors in the area, so our only dilemma was finding a hostel to work in. We did some research on the internet to see which hostels looked nice and had all the amenities that we desired. The actual dilemma, however, is finding the right hostel atmosphere, something the internet cannot tell you. We had decided on Pariwana Hostel before arriving to Cuzco. Upon arriving we promptly checked in and made our inquiry. There are a zillion hostels in Cuzco, but Pariwana happens to be located within a high concentration of hostels. Pariwana is a really nice hostel. There are lots of rooms, so you never have a packed dorm; the beds are amazingly comfortable, with duvet and two pillows; they have a full kitchen for guest use; they have a computer room with six or so computers; a movie room FILLED WITH lounge chairs and PILLOWS!, as well as a large selection of movies; a courtyard area with tables, bean bag chairs, and ping pong table; they have hot water available 24/7 for tea or coffee; there is a bar and full food menu; AND lots of bathrooms that actually offer privacy and really good shower pressure. I really cannot say enough about the comforts of Pariwana. After asking about positions at the bar, we were informed that there was only one bar position and one reception position. Neither of us were interested in working reception. Our quest for the right hostel continued. We decided to go about and start asking at other hostels that we also found online. This led us to Wild Rover. I immediately fell in love. The atmosphere was perfect for me and the people are simply marvelous.
The way hostel bars work is that shifts are determined on Sundays or Mondays. Therefore, you almost always have to wait until the scheduling day to guarantee your position on the worker roster. While waiting for this day at Wild Rover, Aaron decided that it was not the right fit for him. He headed back to Pariwana and took the bar position. In the end we ended up at different hostels, which I think was to our benefit. I could get into Pariwana whenever I wanted and use their movie room or hang out with Aaron in the bar and utilize his discount for the occasional Oreo milkshake, bowl of soap, or super discounted beer. I waited patiently to learn whether I would start at Wild Rover. While waiting I started integrating myself with the staff and other hostel guests. This actually worked to my advantage because I made friends with the night door security guy, so after I left Wild Rover, I was never hassled about getting into the hostel. It pays to be friends with security. I had some very fun nights. Wild Rover is an Irish-themed hostel, so the bar has a proper Irish pub feel. And I must say that after visiting many bars in the Cuzco area, the Wild Rover bar is far superior to the other hostel bars. The bar space is smaller so with a lot of people or a few people, it always seems full; the space is long and skinny with the bar running along the length of the room, allowing lots of sitting along the bar or several side tables; the chairs are all at the same height, which is approximately standing height, so everyone is on the same level; and the decor is spot on with wood panelling and Guinness posters. Pariwana is set up too much like a restaurant, the music often seems too loud, and the giant tables make it difficult to talk across and mingle; The Point is really good but the bar needs to be just a little larger with more space at the actual bar and more little cushion chairs at the tables, I also disliked how the pool table is hidden in the back corner; and Loki has too much going on, it is easy to there to be lots of people but all isolated off into small, non-intermingling groups. There are others, but I frequented these the most. Anyways, after waiting a week, I learned that I was not only not getting a position on the Wild Rover bar staff, but that two other girls were ahead of me for work spots. I quickly began to inquire at Pariwana, Loki and a few others. Then, I finally stopped off at The Point one evening while the bar staff were actually around. It was almost like I had kept missing the bar managers so that it could work out as perfectly as it did. I walked in, met the hostel owner and one of the bar managers, and had a spot to start the very next day. I also have to put a side note in on the key location of this hostel. Pariwana, where Aaron was already working, is on the same block on the same side of the road a mere 25 meters up the road. The Point is about at the mid-way point on the block. Then Wild Rover was on the opposite side of the road about a block down the street. So I was positioned half-way between Aaron´s hostel and my favorite bar. Though shortly after starting at The Point, I quickly began to love my new home.
I have failed to mention why exactly working at a hostel is so perfect for the long-term traveller. There are some unbeatable benefits to the job. The exact specifics vary according to hostel, but the usual standard is to receive a free bed and then certain discounts on your tab. For Pariwana, Aaron had free accommodation, he could get a free meal each day around 10 PM of the leftovers for whatever the day´s special was, 40% off anything on his tab for food and drinks, and then the occasional free drink/any free promotional drinks the bar gives out. At The Point, I received free accommodation and one free meal of my choosing each day. And I must admit that though I do like the veggie sandwich from Wild Rover, the ladies from The Point are extremely nice and wonderful cooks! Surprisingly, there was actually a fair number of vegetarian options on the menu too. My favorites: the giant full veggie breakfast: toast, fried eggs over easy, beans, baked potato, fried onions with mushrooms, cooked tomato, and maybe some more. Delicious. The veggie lasagna with three pieces of garlic bread and a salad with tomato and onions. The Triple Peruvian sandwich of a bread slice, avocado, another bread slice, fried egg, lettuce, tomato, topped with a bread slice, and then a portion of fries. The fries were amazing! Big thick potato slices, more potato than grease. I ordered just fries on several occasions. 🙂  But my all time favorite item was The Point Queen Salad! A big pile of lettuce topped with tomato, boiled egg slices, olives, cheese slices or Parmesan, pepper slices, oregano, and vinegar. Maybe some other ingredients too. I just remember it being delectable and my preferred supper choice most days. Then there was also the additional perk that The Point people are on good terms with many of the bars/clubs we would frequent after closing time, thus we always had free entry and the occasional free drink or at minimum happy hour prices all night. Coincidentally, these bars were the only ones we ever went to. 🙂
Now the secret is out. In the few days it took to see all the sights and take a Machu Picchu trek, we basically spent a month partying. I will not speak for Aaron, but my typical day involved waking up anytime between 10 A.M. and 3 P.M. (except on sight-seeing mornings which were usually quite early as we would have be be back before shift starts); showering; going to the store to buy a couple liters of juice to rehydrate; wasting time before shift, be it watching movies, wandering the streets or running errands; then starting my work shift at 7 P.M. and staying there until we closed sometime between midnight and 2 A.M.; then we would go out to clubs afterwards (Groove -my favorite, Mama Africa, occasionally Mushroom below Mama Africa, and rarely Mythology); and finally I would crawl into bed anywhere between 2 A.M. and 9 A.M. Groove was my favorite. We usually would make our rounds to the others for the free drink then end at Groove. There is a marvelous company who goes around to various clubs to take photographs. Aaron and I can be spotted in a few albums (almost entirely only in the Groove albums: http://www.key2cusco.com/photos/albums/118/groove-cusco) at the Key2Cusco sight (http://www.key2cusco.com/clubs). Spoiler, I had my purse robbed on my last night in Cuzco, removing that last two months of Peru pictures and my camera from my possession, so I will be going through these photos to find the ones with Aaron and myself to make available via my facebook album. I just have not had much luck with cameras in Peru. I recently purchased another, making this my third camera in less than a year. For anyone traveling in the future, guard your camera with your life. Or at least do not be as lazy as me and upload photos constantly so you will not lose such precious memories.
The Point is known for being a party hostel, and they are quite deserving of that title. First of all, the bar could be the setting of a Red Bull or Jeiger commercial. They save back every empty can and bottle to line the walls with. Then, they have themed nights at the bar. This involves creating a theme and then having everyone dress up. They go so far as to actually provide various costume items for the use by the hostel guests. The motivation to dress up increases exponentially when a bar staff member, also in costume, can walk up to patrons and literally offer them dress-up gear/without permission just start putting costumes on them. 🙂 We had eighties night in workout gear, ladies night with men in dresses and stuffed tops, black light night with all visible skin covered in neon paint, and other random nights. Not to mention that I was in Cuzco for Halloween, so you know that was a good time. I made zero effort on an angel costume (I did have white wings at least…), but other people showed up with marvelous costumes. And when we went out to the clubs, the clubs even had themed parties. Groove was all decorated as a circus tent with performers. At The Point, they also have live bands perform a couple nights each week. There was an Argentinian couple with the guy playing accordion and the girl performing a folk, flamenco, gypsy style mix type of dance with a full skirt. They were really nice and the performances were always great. Then there was a group of all guys from Colombia who performed Reggae style music. That band actually performed at several venues all over Cuzco. The last one I saw a couple times were a different group from Colombia who did more acoustic type music. There were two different drums and a woman singing. They were all really good. Then, there are a poker table and a foose ball table that are quickly convertible into two beer pong stations. I like the bar at The Point because we had a lot of variety everyday and throughout each night. There are two happy hours, from 6 to 7 P.M. and 10 to 11 P.M. Then depending on whether there was a theme, a band playing, or poker game, the amount of people, the type of people, the level of crazy, and everything in between fluxed. I also have to saw that we had a really good music selection at our bar. Once you start going out in South America you will notice that there are only about 10 songs that get played continuously in every bar and club. Our bar had variety and never just put on a pre-made play list. And, of course, we always encouraged people to have a good time and dance whenever inspired. There are lots of fabulous photos of people in costume, smiling, laughing, dancing (sometimes on the bar or table), and in general having a good time. Some nights were slow, but the mood was never forced. I liked that the most about The Point bar. Dull night or crazy night, the people who were in the bar always were enjoying themselves. Not to mention that games of Uno were practically an every night occurrence. Often with stakes of loser buying shots.
This may sound startling to some of you. I will admit that I could not continue that life style for the long term, but it was a good time. I cannot describe all the amazing people I met, interesting stories I heard, and hilarious moments I partook. I already said that Cuzco was one of my favorite cities so far, and it was because of the memories I will never forget and friendships I made. And surprisingly, or not, I was not actually drunk the whole time, nor did I drink every night that I went out. In fact, I often would just drink juice until close to closing time and then I would wait for the few free drinks I could get after we were already out at the clubs. At the clubs we were just dancing, one of my favorite activities. It was like catching my daily late night spin class. Dancing for a couple hours every evening is not an easy task. Aaron has been going to a gym in Cuzco, but I have just been letting myself whither away into an unshapely weakling. Going to the clubs was like my only physical activity, so it was to my benefit to go dancing each night… 😉 Also, going to the clubs was like my way of socializing with all my friends from the other hostels. Once you have been marked as resident tourist or hostel bar worker, you start meeting people from other hostels and make friends. Unless you visit their bar on your nights off and vise versa, you do not see people except once you all meet up at the clubs. And I made some great friends at other hostels. I cannot imagine not going out at night to see them. Plus, the hours of party in Cuzco do not even begin to touch how late people go out in Argentina. Just wait until I have worked at a hostel in Buenos Aires…
Random Facts about Hostel Life
Ok, 180 degree turn, but on to a new topic. I already described the comforts of Pariwana. I have not yet mentioned the set backs of living in hostels. For one, I always take the cheapest room, which means staying in these large 10 to 16 person dorms. This means that you have a shared bathroom, shared living space, no privacy, and only a small locker to store all your possessions. This is not exactly the most comfortable way of living, but easy manageable. What you really look for are the small comforts, of which Pariwana was plentiful. Though the bar was always loud, the rooms were not highly affected by the noise level, thus sleep could occur at any time. Plus, the windows had curtains so the blaring sun did not need to waken you either. And I already mentioned that the rooms were not particular full at Pariwana due to the hostel´s very large size and practice of spreading people out across rooms rather than stuffing as many into a single room as possible. I had some of the best sleep at Pariwana. This was not true at Wild Rover or The Point. At Wild Rover, the 16 person dorm is right off a courtyard area, so without fail you start hearing conversations at semi early hours each morning. Then depending on whether you had considerate roommates, the noise and lights within the room varied each day. The one perk was that if the lights were off and the curtain closed, the room stayed dark all day. It was at least moderately quiet, though, even during prime bar times. This is only because they have semi strict noise control at Wild Rover due to surrounding residential homes. I had the worst luck at The Point. The Point is a party hostel, and that is what they do best. But that means that you can hear the music throughout the whole hostel from 7 P.M. up to 2 A.M. every single day. On top of that, when I was in the staff room, we had a sky window which never failed to let full sunlight in. As I often went to bed after sun rise, it was difficult to sleep when my natural instincts are to wake up with the sun. Then after we went to Machu Picchu I was relocated to the 14 person dorm. This was my worst sleep. My bed was right by the door and the other inhabitants were extremely rude. They got up between 8 A.M. and 10 A.M. every morning (it was a group of about eight or ten people) and would turn on the lights, shuffle their belongings, talk loudly to each other, walk back and forth across the room, and open and close the door a million times. I do not mind them getting around early in the morning, but when every single day they completely disregarded the fact that other people might want to sleep in, I was not very happy with them. The sleeping arrangements become important with you are going to be somewhere for any length of time.
On top of the beds and rooms, the second factor of hostel living is the bathrooms. Having no privacy in your room is one thing but having no bathroom privacy really takes the cake. At Pariwana, the bathrooms are public use but they are individual rooms with closing-able and lockable doors. Toilet, shower, sink, and mirror all in your private space until you vacate the room. At Wild Rover and The Point you have a single room with all the toilets, showers and sinks simply partitioned from each other. I do not think I need to go into details on why you occasionally do not want to know who is in the stall to your left or when you just want some mirror primping time without people walking through. Certain grooming practices are not meant to be in public domain. The other things you look for when selecting a hostel are the bar and food prices, drink deals, food quality, hostel location in terms of proximity to grocery store, other bars, and eateries, general cleanliness of the hostel, and the happiness level of the staff and security. When only staying for a couple nights in a city, usually whatever is cheapest wins, but these are serious considerations when deciding to call a place home for any length of time.
People to Know
I will not give many descriptions because there are simply too many people. But here are the names of people who I spent the last month with. These names will belong to the million faces in photos that you will not recognize. 🙂
Upon first arriving to Cuzco, we met the delightful Sarah Fox, from Ireland. She was staying in the same room as Aaron and myself. The three of us went out one night, it was like our interview for Loki. We each had about three drinks total the whole night and it ended us. Good to know information, when first arriving at altitude drink only one alcoholic beverage the first time you go out, and drink it very slowly. After having had barely anything to drink we all felt awful the next day. Through Sarah, we also had the lovely opportunity to meet her friend Elaine Flavin. I was sad to see them go. Also at Pariwana, we ran into Helen from Máncora! I love when we run into people again.
Other than the occasional befriended traveller, the workers from Pariwana are really the ones that need a shout out. Aaron worked there for three weeks and I frequented almost daily. The ones I know best are Nick and Adrian from Australia (bar workers), Angel from Peru (bar worker), Sebastian and Christian (bar workers), Katy from Peru (hostel manager), and Yina from Peru (bar worker). Then Aaron gave me some more names of Rosio, John, Saul, Louis, Fernando, Claudia, and Pamela (bar and kitchen workers).
My second home after The Point. We saw Irish Colin again. Same Colin from Máncora and Lima. And then I met some amazing girls: Diana from Chile, Tania from Chile, and Daniella from Peru. Also, there is Frank from the Netherlands, the long term, crazy resident of Wild Rover who does not actually stay there. He recently left Cuzco. I cannot imagine a Wild Rover party without him.
Really, though, it is the Wild Rover workers that I love the most. Bar staff: Fiona, Kate, Rowan, Stuart, Scott, Ollie, David, and Grainne (bar manager). When I arrived Fiona and Grainne had been the only girl bar tenders. Luckily they got a few new ones eventually. Completely different from my bar at The Point where we had basically only women. Then Colm (owner), Sanne, Liam (owner), and Meghan. Melissa from reception. There were other when I arrived and new ones by the time I left. But these were the main attractions. And most of them have been there anywhere from several months to a year. I was in Cuzco a month and could easily have continued on. It is like a time warp. The crazy part is that right before I left Cuzco, several of them left Cuzco. I can only imagine how sad it was at Wild Rover after that.
My home and place of occupation for just under three weeks. I really am not doing justice to descriptions of people, but there are simply too many people from my month in Cuzco. There are locals who are regulars to the bar. Friends of friends. Like workers from some of the clubs we had special deals with. Then there were all the people who stayed at the hostel. Quick side note. Ran into French Simon and Greg at a bar one night. I never fail to see them everywhere we go by happenstance. Also, Aaron and I got to see the four boys from Bahía de Caraquez again! Miles, Spencer, Sam H., and Sam S. from California. We were hoping to run into them. They got to Peru and went on the Inca Trail and we saw them on Halloween and then again when they got back. Such a great group of guys. When working at the bar you really get to know the guests pretty well. You are like a stable icon that is always present in the socializing area regardless of whether it is a slow night or a crazy night. Also, we frequently had a game of Uno going and would invite people to join in the game. Do not think that was a mechanism of boredom, though. The night could be in full swing, the bar packed, people jumping around in neon paint under black light, and we would still have a high stakes Uno game going. We were just dedicated. 🙂 And we occasionally through in a game of Connect Four or something…
Ok, I already mentioned the wonderful ladies in the kitchen. There was also Vanessa at reception and Carmen the hostel manager, as well as the cleaning ladies, ever at their jobs, and one lady´s adorable little daughter. Then there is Ben, the hostel owner, Australian (hence the “Point” hostel. Bruno and Mateo, Peruvian, bar managers, crazy, both DJ´s. Our bar staff was Pamela, amazing girl from Peru, always fun to be around, I will miss her dearly! Sandra, Peruvian on vacation to Cuzco from Lima, she is part Chinese and everyone called her China. Melanie, from Belgium, she came to us because she was dating Angel from Pariwana and wanted a cheap way to stick around longer, she did volunteer work during the day, and is a blast. Spoiler, I got to see her again in Arequipa and have plans to meet up in La Paz for New Year´s! This was our group. Great girls! On Thursdays we would all take off to have our own Ladies´ Night! That is where Alice and Sandy come in. Alice, worked at The Point a while ago but basically comes around all the time still. She is hilarious and crazy, and luckily for me she always has a camera glued to her hand. She coincidentally is taking a vacation in Arequipa right now and I got to see her a couple times. Sandy, the sweetest girl, works at Mushroom, good friend of Pamela. I am sad that I will not get to see Pamela and Sandy again! Near the end a new guy Sam started, then Dana, then the day I left two new guys showed up. The party continues.
It is really strange when you stay somewhere a long time and just start feeling at home when it is time to leave. This time was different than when leaving Bahía de Caraquez and Planet Drum because there we had such a limited group of people. But in Cuzco there were so many avenues of life to tangle your heart strings into. There is the city, the cuisine, the locals, travellers, and then the people you live with and work with. On one hand you would think the smaller group from Ecuador is best because you are in such close quarters with the same great people. But the comparison to Cuzco is not possible. Cuzco will have a special place in my heart, and I will remember it fondly.

Cuzco, Cusco, Qosqo

Cuzco, Cusco, Qosqo
However you spell it, it has been one of my favorite cities. The people I have met, the archaeological splendors, the colonial and pre-colonial aesthetics of the historic district, my favorite vegetarian restaurant (Prasada, AMAZING!), the night life, and so much more! It is a city that continues to surprise me and provides endless entertainment (especially with all the new people I meet while working at a hostel). I love this city  and now understand the Cuzco time warp. 🙂 My Cuzco experiences…
Part One: Like a Good Tourist
For the last month I have been working in the bar at a party hostel, so I cannot deny that most of my time is spent at the bar, going to clubs and sleeping all day to recuperate. However, Aaron and I did take full advantage of the fantastic archaeological sites within and surrounding Cuzco, as well as the beautifully gorgeous historic district that we have been living in. Thus, I will commence my adventures of the last month with Cuzco and the sites we saw.
Cuzco is situated in the valley of the Watanay River at 3,360 m.a.s.l. Cuzco is at an elevation of approximately 3,360 m.a.s.l. This is not an unbearable elevation but even after a month here, I am still winded when I run up and down the stairs too many times. Therefore it was pretty entertaining when we first arrived and had to fight labored breathing just to walk along the streets and see the city. But it was worth the effort because the historic district of Cuzco is fantastic. It was founded by the Inca Manqo Qhapaq between the 11th and 12th centuries C.E. (though archaeologists now think more so in the 12th century), as the capital city of the Tawantinsuyo. Then on 15 March 1534, the Spanish conqueror Francisco Pizarro founded a Spanish city over the Inca one, allowing until now the same Incaic setup: temples, palaces and residences from different times, as an architectural example of an important cultural fusion. “Cuzco” originates from the Quechua word “Qosqo,” meaning “navel” or the center of the Tawantinsuyo. Once the capital of the Inca Empire, now an UNESCO World Heritage Site, I can walk the streets for hours and never become bored with all the little neighborhoods. After the Spaniards arrived in 1533, they destroyed many Incan buildings, temples and palaces, then used the remaining walls as bases for the construction of the new city. Thus, many buildings constructed after the Hispanic invasion have a mixture of Spanish influence with Incan indigenous architecture. Everything is brick walls and roads, cute little plazas nooked every couple blocks, and endless streets and walk-ways filled with shops, restaurants and homes, always with small inner courtyards offering more craft stands and shops. The first two weeks here I would just start walking without a planned destination to explore and discover all the nooks and crannies of the historic center. When we first arrived, we were staying at Pariwana Hostel which has this map with a recommended walking path to see the major plazas and sites. We of course started the tour the first day, but my map skills were incredibly awful that day. I took us down the wrong streets or mixed up which street we should go down first. It could have turned out unpleasantly except it caused us to stumble upon my gem of Cuzco, the all vegetarian restaurant Prasada. Even my carnivorous companion, Aaron, thinks it is a good place with delicious food. I have gotten him to eat there like five or six times. He fancies the burgers (which, yes, are vegetarian). Cuzco is not as expensive as Lima´s Miraflores district but definitely second most as compared to the rest of Peru. So you must understand the bliss I found in Prasada when I discovered that they have 8 sole lunch deals of delicious [actually] vegetarian food. Yes, there are places that have 3.50 to 5 sole dishes that can be made vegetarian, but I can only eat so much rice before I want variety and flavor. This is especially true when considering that at any tourist restaurant you are looking at prices starting at 15 soles. Outside of finding this magnificent eatery, I also really love all the plazas. Plaza de Armas is the main plaza with two churches. It is always packed with people. Then San Blas has all the artisan and craft workshops down narrow, winding streets. Plaza Kusipata is less talked about but aesthetically really appealing. It has a cute little grassy area around the benches and fountain, as well as most of the door ways and shutters on the surrounding buildings all painted a bright blue. Plus it is the location of the free chocolate museum… 🙂
Part Two: Archaeological whirlwind
We purchased the Boleto Turístico del Cusco, to have access to 16 locations for the duration of ten days. On our first day of sight-seeing, we caught the sites in Cuzco. We went to the Museum of Contemporary Art of Plaza Kusipata. It is inside the Cuzco City Hall building, which is interesting because you never quite know exactly where you are allowed to enter and whether the art you are seeing is actually a part of the exhibition or long term office decoration. I did like some of the pieces though, and the displays are from contemporary Peruvian artists. Next we went to the Museum of Regional History, also in Plaza Kusipata. These exhibits were quite interesting and included English information plaques which aided in my ability to enjoy the history. There were items from as far back as the Pleistocene up to Inca Times, including European influences from when the Spaniards came. There were items from pre-Incan cultures such as the Chanapata, Kilque and Marcavalle. There is Incan pottery, metalwork and textiles, as well as 16th and 17th century colonial paintings. I liked the setup and flow of the museum. Each exhibit “theme” was divided into separate little rooms. We also went to the Museum of Popular Art, which exhibits famous or renowned contemporary craftsmen from Cuzco. I was surprised by how uninterested and unimpressed I was by this museum. Overcrowded rooms and shelves with no apparent organization. I did really enjoy the few photographs on display, though. They showed pictures of Cuzco´s historic center during the 1920´s through 60´s. These were incredible to see how different and how similar some parts of the city are as compared to today.The last site we went to that day was the Qorikancha site museum, in the Qorikancha Temple basement, along Avenida El Sol. It has fragments of Inca pottery, metalwork, textiles, paintings, sculptures, and musical instruments. There is a scale model show how the site may have actually looked, and is has replicas of pre-Incan and Incan items found during on-site excavations. The coolest items were in the display on how they used to deform their skulls to be more long and conical. Instead of round craniums, they wrapped young children´s heads to deform them while they are still forming. They also did surgeries to cut bone away in the skull to have certain shapes or patterns of missing bone. The crazy part is that they only had about 65% success rate on these surgeries. Since these deformations were only for the high class or important people, I do not know if I should be startled at how many would have died or impressed at that level of success. Especially considering they were conducting cranial surgeries. My absolute favorite part was right at the entrance where there was a civilizations timeline showing cultures and events globally through time compared to cultures in Peru. It really put things into context for me. It was a good first day to exploring Incan culture.
Our next sight-seeing adventure took us on a walking tour to the four sites surrounding Cuzco to the east. We walked a mile up hill to the remains of Saqsaywaman, which overlooks the historic edge of Cuzco. There are remains and foundations of a colossal structure, featuring three-tiered defense walls made of stones that fit with razor sharp precision. Sacsaywaman mean “Satiate Falcon,” and was built in the 77 years (1431-1508) under the rule of Incas Tupac Yupanki and Wayna Qhapaq. From 1537-1561, the Spaniards used stones from here like a quarry to build a cathedral, several temples, and their own houses. There are four main sections. The first is the fortress or Walls built with cyclopean stone masonry arranged in zig-zags that face the Chuquipampa Square. The zig-zag patterning is quite impressive because of the scale of the walls and the size of the stones making them up. The second section, the Chuquipampa Square, is actually an open, grassy leveled ground. Aaron harassed some llamas that were peacefully grazing there. 🙂 The stones are the most impressive. The largest one weighs approximately 70 tons! This is added to on how astonishing it is in the other two sections, the Fortified Towers and the Suchuna hill, located opposite the Walls. Among the towers are these two tunnel passages, which are quite extensive in actuality. I do not know if they are entirely made by the Incas, completely natural, or, more likely, a combination of the two. Then, the hill is the metamorphosed limestone and other rocks. Clearly a bit of metals, but you can still see fossils remaining in the rock. On the back of the hill, the beds have been folded and smoothed to a polish into what can only be viewed as a natural slide. There was a large crowd of people waiting for their turn down the slide with lots of picture-taking. Aaron was extremely eager for his turn. We must have caught field trip day because we fought large groups of local Peruvian high school children for territory among the first few locations and the road between them as they worked their way in the opposite direction that we were walking (thank goodness).
The second place was Q´enqo, “labyrinth,” a sacred sanctuary of worship to fertility. The presence of a main amphitheatre, a central natural monolith, underground galleries, and pottery vestiges indicate to archaeologists that important ceremonies must have taken place at this site. There is a 20 foot stone monolith, carved on-site, was vandalized and defaced by Spaniards when they attempted to remove idolatry. There was also this little semicircular cave with two entrances that has a table or alter-like structure. It is thought that sacred rites took place there. On top of a rock outcrop there are sets of carved seats and staircases, and a winding water channel ending in a circular depression that represents a snake, jaguar, and bird (typically a falcon). Those three animals are the sacred elements of religious connotation for the Incas. There were also two circular/cylindrical shapes which may have been used as an astronomical observatory. We also walked down the hill a wee bit and saw the remains of a large rectangular building or fortress type structure. Mostly I just enjoyed all the natural formations in the limestone that the Incas were clearing utilizing for their own purposes.
After Q´enqo we snagged a tourist van up to Puka Pukara. This place seemed deserted except for the small group of people doing excavation work in the back. There was not even an official to check our Boleto Turìsticos. I really liked Puka Pukara. It used to be a road control and administrative center, a military headquarters, and food warehouse (“tambo”). When the Inca visited the Tambomachay baths, all of his retinue and dancers lodged at Puka Pukara. Puka Pukara means “Red Fortress.” It was built on a buttress and surrounded with a wall and containment hillside terraces. Its core is made up of a small square with several rooms. In these rooms we found a small group of workers undergoing excavations. Several areas have not been dug up yet. It also has hillside farming terraces and water channels, as well as aqueducts and roads. Some remarkable architectural features include water springs arranged in cascade and a double-threshold entrance to the site. They use these characteristics to determine that the site was a military fortress and watchtower to control access to Tambomachay.
Tambomachay was our last stop for the day. It was a place where the Inca lodged regularly. Also known as “The Baths of the Princess.” Two aqueducts provide spring water all year round. It has a ritual fountain and three terraces built with stones of irregular polyhedral shape that fit perfectly with no mortar of any kind. Tambomachay means “Resort.” It is on a road that splits from the Kapak Ñan or Great Road to the Antisuyo, as this place was key to communicate with other peoples in the Tawantinsuyo. It was built around 1500 c.e. with limestone found nearby following polygonal patterns. There are two main sectors: on top, water fountains with hillside farming terraces and a superb hydraulic system; at the bottom, a main fountain with two channels that were used as ceremonial streams, as water was worshipped as the source of life. More excavations are underway continuing up the river valley. The whole place seemed quite small to be a “resort” of any immense size. I wonder how much is not uncovered, not restored, or completely lost forever. The Inca empire during its prime had a very short reign and yet they left these immense ruins of architectural splendor. They are amazing. And the irrigation and water-way systems are mind-blowingly brilliant. I often found myself referring to the Incas as ingenious, resourceful, industrious bastards. They built these huge bloody fortresses and endless farming terraces out of huge stones carved with immaculate precision and always put them up high on mountains. Sometimes they were transporting the stone over long distances from other mountains just to complete the structures. I do not think that the Inca are fully given their credit when it comes to how advanced and ambitious they were as an empire and a people.I cannot imagine how far they would have gone as a people if the Spaniards never conquered them.
The following day we went to Pisaq. I had stopped by a travel agency to get the locations of all the local buses and conveys so we did not have to take expensive tours. We happened to go on a Thursday and caught the fair of craftsmen in the town. There was everything from pottery, textiles, silverware, and all the items in between that are typical to the little markets. We walked the three miles up the hill to the archaeological site. There are taxis and such that will take you, but I think that experience is better walking because there is so much to see. We walked up through agricultural terraces to a main area of stone buildings. The we realized that on the other side of the hill, it is completely covered with more terracing and other building sections. This a because Pisaq used to be a large city made up of numerous wards such as Intiwatana, Antachaka, Aqchapata, and the Tanqana Marka cemetery. The whole complex is massive and you can see more remains of structures higher up or further into the valley that do not even have paths leading to them they are so numerous. The Incas were seriously industrious. Pisaq is covered in perfect and interesting stone masonry buildings and never ending terraces. And they never fail to have some mesmerizing water supply system. I think is was in Pisaq when I saw the first setup of the Inca having built complex water flow paths where the walking ground was built over the drainage/flow paths. That is seriously advanced technology.
On another day we went to Pikillaqta, which consisted of a bus simply dropping us off on the side of the road. When we left later, we had to wait until a random car came and picked us up. People here really utilize car-pooling to their advantage when it means they can charge a couple soles to take people in the same direction they are heading regardless. Two buses had passed and did not even pretend that they were going to stop for us. Anyways, Pikillaqta is actually the only pre-Incan site on our journey. It was a city built with stone slabs and mud mortar, during the heyday of the Wari culture (500-900 CE). The museum has several artifacts found at the site, but it also had two different types of dinosaur skeletons which were found on the site. I cannot imaging what the Wari thought of the skeletons, whether they even know about them (the display did not explain much), and why no one found the skeletons until the modern when archaeologists uncovered them. There are these constructed streets that are very straight and run all around the structure, with a few interesting streets through the city. They are very long and even elevated. There were two- and three-storey buildings, and some perimeter walls were as tall as forty feet. The site is located on a hillside facing the Wacarpay Lagoon. It is on the left bank of the Vilcanota River and the town of Lucre on the west. Pikillaqta means “city of fleas,” and may be he oldest pre-Incan archaeological site that resembles a military facility. It covers an area of about 25,000 acres and is made up of a citadel surrounded by embankment and walls as high as twenty-five feet. There are also numerous warehouses and barns built with small stones and mud mortar. This facility was really impressive and I did not find myself calling the Wari ambitious bastards, but then I think about the fact that the Wari prime lasted 400 years; only the prime, not the entire reign. They had 400 whole years of dominance. The Inca were around in any noticeable sense (except Cuzco) for approximately 400 years in total with less than 100 years of dominance. That means that in less than 100 years, they built many sites of long-standing structures, as well as the fact that the Inca sites are also grander, more impressive architecturally, further spread out throughout the valley, and in more strategic locations (Inca always built up in mountains). In addition, the Inca sites also always have high levels of aesthetics and advanced planning techniques for construction and water systems. I cannot express enough how I feel that the Inca are not given their due credit for advanced skills and technology in the scheme of ancient cultures. Some European civilizations may have had arms technology at the same time, but European development also had millenia more of time than the Americas. I am very intrigued to think about what the Inca would have accomplished had they been given more time.
After Pikillaqta we headed to Tipón. We decided to take a taxi to the site because we were running short on time (it was Halloween day and I needed to be back to my hostel for promotional activities) and the site was 4 km uphill from the town. Though we did walk down, I was not prepared for the walk up. This site is a wonderful complex of hillside farming terraces, long stair cases, and water channels carved in bare stone. This place is one of the royal gardens built under the Inca Wiracocha. It is made up of twelve terraces surrounded by stone walls perfectly polished and huge terraces that shrink as they reach the top. There are also gorgeous ornamental waterfalls and the most complete and largest known hydraulic system made by the Incas, who combined aesthetics and technique to symbolize that water is clearly the main source of life. I did not make this connection until Machu Picchu when our guide explained the Inca religious symbol, sort of like the cross to Christianity. However, all the building and terracing patterns of the Inca typically follow this stepping pattern in a square with four edges. The whole time I thought it was just to follow an aesthetic plan, but it is actually following the shape of their religious symbol. They were also very aware off the movements of the sun and positioned windows and certain structures to show the passage of time, such as at equinoxes. The Inca were such an intelligent culture.
 Incan Cross
On our next day of archaeological splendor, we explored Ollantaytambo and Chinchero. Ollantaytambo is the furthest site from Cuzco that we visited and is actually the city that most tourists leave from for Machu Picchu. The town is beautiful and actually preserves Incan urban planning of streets, houses and waterways. All the modern layout is constructed on the foundations of the original remains, providing a vivid picture of an Incan urban setting, safeguarded by a breath-taking fortress with temples, hillside farming terraces and wall up the hillsides surrounding the town down at the bottom of the valley. Squares and streets follow a purely pre-Colombian architectural layout and style. The urban layout follows straight, narrow streets with houses inhabited to this day by direct descendants of the people who lived there from Inca times. Of course now there are newer buildings, too, built at the front of the town to cater to the tourism industry Ollantaytambo now relies upon. The site was built on top of two mountains, a strategic place that dominates the entire valley. It was a military, religious, administrative, and farming complex. The military structures are easy to identify on the southern hillside with structures for watch towers and archery windows. On the northern hillside are all the farming terraces with a distinct religious area where the natural rock has been carved into for an alter placing. Then there are the typical ingenious water channels and other buildings with could have been for military and administrative purposes. The Patakancha River divides the town in two parts: one where houses are found, and the other where the ceremonial buildings were erected around the Mañay Racay square. The Inca being their devious selves, siphoned off water from the river into a large and smaller channels running directly along the ceremonial area for more direct access. This would have been quite the strategic military headquarters.
After Ollantaytambo, we skipped Moray and went straight to Chinchero. Moray is approximately 13 km off the main road and taxis charge ridiculous prices to take you there to see the concentric farming terraces. They will also take you to Maras/Salineras to see the immense salt flats. Even tour agencies charge a ridiculous amount to go to these two locations. I still do not fully understand why. Aaron went to them the following day with a bargain price through a friend of a friend at a travel agency. I missed out due to an afternoon work schedule.
Chinchero is probably the least impressive of all the sites we went to, but it was still interesting as always. Especially when considering the landscape. While we were walking around the terraces, it was like a scene from the Lord of the Rings, or Middle-earth for those more familiar with J.R.R. Tolkien´s fantasy land. It is in the superb landscape of the Vilcanota Mountains, the snow-capped Chicón and Waquay Wilka. Green, overgrown, a river valley stream, and no people or modern buildings in sight. The beginning section of the ruins are colonial buildings erected in the foundations of the originals and then a church was built on the edge of the hill on the original Inca structures. The remains were part of the Inca Tupac Yupanqui´s royal estate. It was a farming center, hence there were lots of terraces, some of which are still in use today. Though the remains of Inca Tupac Yupanqui´s palace; the colonial church, built on Incan foundations; and the perfect hillside farming terraces were a sight. We found some large limestone outcrops where stones were clearly quarried from and other features such as chairs have been carved into, as the coolest part. There has been a fair amount of restoration to the site. You can see several layers where slightly different styles of rock building have been used in the walls. Some sections even have a year marker denoting the restoration date. I mostly saw 200, 2003, and 2007 on the newest-looking sections. However, there are areas where the terraces have neither been kept up nor restored. I thought it was a beautiful contrast to see the like-new walls, the tumbling down ruins, and the oxidation-stained church structures all juxtaposed together. Chinchero marked the end of are archaeological tour, except, of course, Machu Picchu!
Part Three: The moment you have all been waiting for…a detailed account of our four day/three night jungle biking, Inca trail to Machu Picchu.
We were picked up from our hostel with five other tourists and driven to Abra Malaga, a town a little further into the mountains passed Ollantaytambo. Our first day was a downhill biking adventure. It was mostly on paved road, but we still had a few off-road opportunities. We rode 45 km in total, starting at an altitude of 4,350 m.a.s.l. (meters above sea level) and ended just before the town of Santa Maria at 1,400 m.a.s.l. In case your math is slow, we traveled 45 km going down 3,000 meters. It was a good time. We stopped about halfway at a great overlook to eat lunch. We were basically riding down the front side of a mountain into the valley below. Our guide let us go as fast as we wanted! Toward the end of the route, there were almost ten or so sections where water just drains across the road down the valley. These were always fun to speed across, except they never failed to spray water up and drench us. We did not ride all the way to Santa Maria because the road construction becomes to difficult to maneuver past the village we stopped in. It is a bore to think that we were mostly on a road the whole time, except our guide told us that before there was a road, almost every tour ended with a broken bone or two or some other injury due to the steep and unpredictable terrain. A lot of fun, but I would not be as excited if I knew the first day of four I would need to be rescued away to receive a cast or stitches. However, the road is not paved for the entire duration of our route. The last twenty minutes are along a single lane, dirt road that is ripped up in most places. There was the occasional exhilarating moment when opposing traffic met the exact spot you were riding at while trying to turn hairpins in the road. 🙂 And Peruvians are the most behaved and most excellent drivers too. It is almost like watching Frogger… We ended with no injuries though. The agency provides mountain bikes with mostly reliable brakes, dirt bike helmets with front guards, elbow and knee pads, and bright florescent rain jackets. We were driven the rest of the way to Santa Maria where we stayed for the night.
That first day our group consisted of our main guide, Abeladra; two assistant guides who left after that first day; three Argentinians (one guy and two girls), whose names I never caught except the youngest girl, Paola; and two guys from Spain, Jose and Nacho. The three Argentinians were only doing a three day tour and thus left our group after that first day to join the group one day ahead of us. We did see them again in Aguas Calientes as they were waiting for their train to arrive and take them back towards Cuzco. Jose and Ignacio were only on a short trip to Peru, mostly just to see Machu Picchu. They were with us the whole tour.
On our second leg of the journey, we started our first of two days of trekking. Our small group of five started an uphill portion and stopped to take a rest at this place called Monkey House. Apparently only males live there, but there was an elderly lady there selling food. They have a monkey leashed to a tree and two giant guinea pigs. The monkey apparently suffers from machismo and females literally cannot go near it. The guy warned me about this just before the monkey freaked out and tried to run at me (luckily he was leashed). Then Aaron just walks up and it sits on his leg. Stupid machismo! Anyways, the guy told us about the local plants, fruits, and animals. We got to try cocoa beans in honey, very tasty. The he told us about the plant achiote, which has seeds inside that are used for dying things red. He painted each of our faces with a symbolic Inca design. I had a crown thing on my forehead with represented the queen, Pachamama, water, the serpent (one of the three sacred animals), and fertility. I think that my design was one of the more complex ones. Though I was the only female in the group. Aaron had lines down from his eyes that made me think of Gene Simmons pre- black and white paint. Then the guy explained moves and dances that would have been performed by the Inca. They dressed us up in traditional Andean clothes. Nacho and I were dressed as females. Poor Nacho. As we continued trekking, we were walking along an old Inca trail. Which was quite easy to discern as it involved a million stairs… We were walking through mountains, valleys, rivers, and crossing small villages, coca plantations, coffee and other fruit plantations. There were great views and spectacular scenery. We stopped for lunch in a little town and had fresh guacamole! and took short siestas (naps) in hammocks. It was a long day. We started at 1,250 m.a.s.l., went up into the mountain, then came back down to end at 1,500 m.a.s.l., for a total of about 13 km of walking for the day. We ended the long day down by the Rio Urubamba at the hot springs to relax our tired joints and wash the grime from our bodies. It was actually too warm for me, so I made a couple visits to the freezing freshwater “showers” to cool off. That night we stayed in Santa Teresa. There we met two new companions to our group, Jean and Stina. They were doing the same three day tour as the three Argentinians, so they were driven to Santa Teresa from Santa Maria without the long day of trekking. Many tourists take advantage of the few club/bars in Santa Teresa to go out, but all of us were too exhausted and just went to bed. Plus we all had to think about the trekking on the following day.
Our new companions, Jean and Stina, were exchange students studying in Lima. Stina is from Denmark and Jean from France. Jean lived in Spain for three years and thus speaks Spanish (quite accomplished to be 20 years old and fluent in French, Spanish and English, with some understanding of German and Danish…), but Stina did not know Spanish. It was a sudden change when we all stopped speaking Spanish and mostly spoke English. I really liked them. It was especially nice to have two new people to chat with on the third day when Jose and Nacho left us in the morning.
On the third day, Jose and Nacho left us to go zip-lining. They got to skip out on three hours of walking for this. The rest of us set out walking. The first three hours were not particularly taxing, as it was mostly level and just along the river. However, it was on a loose rock path and without shade (of course the sun was out with a vengeance). We did stop and take a dip at a waterfall, though; that was a nice little break. By the time we met Jose and Nacho for lunch at the hydroelectric dam, the rest of us were quite sun exhausted. After a nice lunch and a NAP, we set off for Aguas Calientes. This second half of the day was also not particularly taxing. We actually had some shade! and we were mostly just following the passenger train tracks along the river. We stopped at a lovely river spot to cool off. We started seeing a lot of people during this portion. We walked all the way to Aguas Calientes just in time for it to start raining as we “strolled” into town hot, sweaty and tired. The day´s accomplishment was 1,500 m.a.s.l. to 2,000 m.a.s.l. and 6.5 km. This is when we saw the three Argentinians again, as we crawled into our hostel for the night. That evening we had supper, stocked up on food for the next day, and went to sleep.
At this point I have failed to mention how along our journey we continuously see the same people. On the very first day there was a second group of cyclists following just behind our group (our pace was faster). Then we saw them again the following day at the Monkey House, where we also met a third group. While trekking you continuously cross paths as you stop for breaks and they catch up, or the fact that we often dined at similar locations. The third day we especially frequented the same people as we met even more at the hot springs.
On our fourth and final day, we left the hostel at twenty past FOUR A.M. to walk the thirty minutes to the Machu Picchu entrance. There was a crowd of about fifty or so people waiting for it to open to begin the ascent. Walking up the stairs to Machu Picchu was the most exhausting part of our entire trip. You go from 2,000 m to 2,425 m.a.s.l. via uneven, stone stairs, straight up to the entrance. This is not a particularly easy feat. We all made it though. Aaron and our guide were the very first two people to arrive. I am proud to say that I was never passed the entire way except by an old man, until I made a toilet pit stop. I would say that I still beat half the group though. Our little tour group were the very first people admitted inside. We even beat the first bus of employees!
Our guide was brilliant, as he had us close our eyes and finish the walk into the park so that we all saw Machu Picchu at the same time as a sudden scene before us. And it was right at sun rise! It was so gorgeous. I cannot imagine going and not arriving for the breath-taking view at sunrise. He lead us around the fantastic ruins and told us the history and interesting facts about Inca culture. For example, I never realized that Machu Picchu was never discovered by the Spaniards due to its high and out of the way location. Therefore, when the U.S. explorer, Hiram Bingham, started excavations at the site in 1911, there was still a significant amount of artifacts, possessions, and idols to find there. The people left Machu Picchu because after the Spaniards started taking over, the Inca emperor went to Machu Picchu and gathered people to make a final standoff at the last Inca capital. Abeladra, our guide, gave a fantastic tour. He knew a lot of information and I think he may have even gone beyond his normal tour for us as we skipped things due to lack of time rather than lack of things to explain. He took us to one of the quarry sites and explained how they carved the stones. He explained the Inca cross, bestowing a whole architectural revelation on me for all the previous sites Aaron and I viewed. He told us about special locations with windows, protruding rocks, or other structures, they play particular roles in revealing solstices, equinoxes, or other significant times of day/season/year by casting shadows or shapes in certain patterns or in certain locations. He told us about the theories behind the uses of Machu Picchu, detailing how the most accepted description is a farming, administrative and worship center. Hiram Bingham found an equal ratio of male to female skeletons buried on site, so the original description of a sacrificial virgin site is not well supported. Also, there is an ingenious spot, like a pulpit, where the acoustics are perfect for amplifying sound from that spot to the grounds below, making it an ideal spot for leaders to give speeches. It is also amazing how the Inca used in situ rocks and formations to built structures around. There is a jutting out rock used as a sun and solstice dial. There is a rock left naturally which closely resembles the mountain containing Machu Picchu with the two adjoining peaks of Huayna Picchu. There is a rock near the Huayna Picchu entrance which mirrors the mountain range further away down the valley. Then there is a small formation resembling the wings and body of a falcon. The falcon (one of the three significant animal figures) represented the messenger to the afterlife. This room had one entrance at the head of the bird. Then you pass between the wings into the stomach where the sacrificial and ritual areas were. Then you exit out of the anus to the small walkway out of the sacred room. There was also an interesting fact that there used to be a natural monolith in the center of the court opening, but it was cut down and moved so the queen of Spain could land her helicopter there. Then years later it was moved again and completely destroyed so the president of Peru could arrive by helicopter and give a speech. It is a wee bit disgusting that such things are (or were) allowed. Machu Picchu is now an UNESCO World Heritage Site and a protected park. There is so much information that I know I am forgetting some small bits of knowledge that I would love to relay but cannot remember.
After our tour, Abeladra said goodbye. We had to go outside the entrance to eat lunch and use the toilets before our 10 A.M. Huayna Picchu entrance time. By this time the sun was in full blaze, bearing down on us. The site was also beginning to become overrun by tour groups. Each day only 2,500 people are allowed into Machu Picchu and only 400 are allowed on Huayna Picchu (200 at 8 A.M. and 200 at 10 A.M.). It is about 40 minutes trek up to the top of Huayna Picchu. I went with Aaron and Jean (Stina had had enough and took the bus back to Aguas Calientes and we could not find the two Spanish guys). After the previous three days and the trek just up to Machu Picchu, my body was exhausted and repelled any notion for more physical activity. Thus I only went to the top of Huayna Picchu and did not do the whole 2.5 hour circuit around that peak. Huayna Picchu is the side peak overlooking Machu Picchu that all the famous photographs are taken from. Well worth the effort and the vantage point. At the time, though, all I could think about was the fact that I still had to walk back down all the stairs and then to Aguas Calientes. In the end I really felt like I accomplished something and had earned my visit to Machu Picchu after all that trekking. All the build-up of Cuzco and the archaeological sites was worth the final victory to see Machu Picchu. It really deserves its “Wonder of the World” title.
We all worked our separate ways back to Aguas Calientes and waited until our train that evening. I took a shower when they sent me to the bathroom to change and did not realize that I was supposed to have paid for that privilege. Oops. The water was freezing and I did not even have soap, so I cannot say that I gained much from it. After putting clean clothes on, we lounged on the couches and watched the television. The roles had changed from the mere 24 hours prior when we walked into the hostel exhausted from trekking and saw the clean and relaxed faces of the Argentinians the day before. When our train time finally came, we went down to the station and awaited our departure. We were on the “expedition” train, which was pretty nice. We had our own seat and a good sized table in front of us. We even got a little snack, though I did not like it. When we arrived in Ollantaytambo, a man with our names on a paper met us at the station and led us, along with 30 other tourists, to a really nice charter bus to take us back to Cuzco. Once back we said our goodbyes to our new friends and wandered back to our hostels to crawl into bed and drop easily into sleep from our long trip. It was an amazing adventure! And at an unbelievable price. $170 U.S. for being picked up at our hostel and driven two hours, then given bike and gear, three nights lodging, four days worth of meals, entrance to Machu Picchu and Huayna Picchu, the train from Aguas Calientes to Ollantaytambo, a bus from Ollantaytambo to Cuzco, and topped off with a really cool guide. I do not think such a deal can be beat.
Alright, that is the end of our tourism escapade. Next installment will be about life in Cuzco. Until then,

A Peruvian experience

Wow! It has been an extremely long time since I have blogged (basically an entire month, oops!). I apologize for the upcoming length. 🙂 We are in Peru and have covered a lot of ground in the last month. With the onset of our fourth month traveling, we are becoming the experienced travelers giving advice to newcomers. The roles begin to change. This is especially true for us because we have so much time that we actually get to stop and enjoy things rather than breeze through. Well, without further ado, our Peruvian experiences thus far…
Tumbes
We hopped on the bus in Guayaquil and headed for Màncora. In the middle of this trip we were crossing the Ecuador/Peru border. This can actually be an atrocious process. Since crossing, I have heard several horror stories about people crossing that border. These range from people getting scammed in taxis for absurd exchange rates (even the police are in on this one), taxis in cahoots with thieves who come up to the vehicles with guns or knives, and even more scary, whole buses getting robbed by people entering the bus with weapons or stealing the stored luggage below. The danger is amplified by the fact that there are two border customs, one for Ecuador and one for Peru. They should mark the actual border between the two countries except they are about 300 meters apart. This middle area is sort of a lawless area where neither country necessarily has jurisdiction. These customs buildings are not exactly secure either. In Ecuador you just wait outside and walk up to a window. During the daytime, these areas can be packed with tons of people, making it a prime pick pocket area. When you get to Peru, you immediately want to exchange some money, but you have to be extremely careful with that as well. Fraudulent money is an everyday occurrence here. Not even ATMs are exempt from spitting out fake bills. ATMs also have a tendency to give hundred and fifty soles (it is approximately 37 US cents to one Peruvian Nuevo Sol), which you then have to immediately go wait in a bank to have exchanged for tens and twenties since small shops tend not to have change and you just do not want to be carrying big bills on your person. Well, horror stories aside, Aaron and I passed through Tumbes at 1:00 AM when there was literally no one else around and crossed the border unscathed and completely ignorant to the potential danger we could have been in. Step one into Peru was a success.

Máncora
Our first destination was Máncora. We arrived at some awfully early time with one other guy, Colin. After being shown our rooms, we slept for a long time. Máncora is basically a tourist beach stop for lazing all day in the sun. We were there about one week at the Loki hostel (aka party hostel). It was basically a resort complex, providing all your needs. You would literally never need to leave. Not that Máncora is large. It is basically a long town built up along the beach with no further development or growth inland. Easily explorable in a single afternoon. But that is why these mini resorts are there, entertaining your free time with a pool, ping pong table, pool table, and nightly activities. You can go surfing, though it is not great and the water is on the colder side. Truly it is like a time warp though. For how few activities we partook outside the hostel, we spent almost a whole week there. One activity which we excelled was socializing. But what else are you supposed to do in a beach town with nothing else going on? We met some wonderful people. To name a few, Ryan, Hannah and Sarah from England; Colin from Ireland; Simon and Greg from France; Helen from Sweden; Rina from Israel; and many more. It was a great time, but I think we grew bored quite quickly as we had just finished with a month at the beach in Bahía de Caraquez. There is one major event from Máncora that I will continue to be bitter about. I had my camera stolen during karaoke night. My camera was probably the sole item that I cared for most of my possessions on this trip. It was a yellow, Olympus Tough Series. This means it was me-proof (waterproof to ten feet, drop proof to 6 feet, no external lens to damage). It served me well and I will miss it. Alas, a camera is replaceable. But I did not budget for a new one of that caliber and I will never be able to replace the two weeks of photos that were lost on the memory card. This was perfect timing (and I really mean horrible timing) as I literally just replaced my memory cards due to an internet cafe disk-corruption problem. Grr. Also, we had the opportunity to share in a Roshhashanna supper with the quite large group of Israelis who were staying at Loki. It was really nice, actually. The Loki chef cooked the meal and we had a fancy table set up for us. The table was really aesthetically pleasing but I no longer have those pictures… Anyways, we eventually decided it was time to leave and hopped on a night bus heading towards Huaraz.

Huaraz
Our first stop was actually Chimbote. However, after some last minute internet shopping for hostels, I discovered that Chimbote is actually not a pleasant place at all. Therefore, we hopped off one bus and then right back onto another for Huaraz. This involved about 20 hours off bus time. Not exactly the ideal travel length. However, we met a really nice guy from Germany who accompanied that time with us. He is a geologist, just finishing his Master´s degree and taking a short break before beginning work with the same company. He already booked at a different hostel than I wanted to stay in and so we parted ways after catching a meal when we arrived in Huaraz. As he walked away I realized that after our 20 odd hours together, neither Aaron nor I ever caught his name. I am glad we stayed with my accommodation choice because it was fantastic! Anyone ever going to Huaraz, Peru, should stay at Caroline Lodging. It is hands down one of the best places we have stayed yet. We called them and they picked us up from the bus terminal, as well as dropped us off a few days later, completely free of charge. The rooms were nice and the prices cheap. The kitchen area had a television and they had an awesome movie room on the top floor. There were great views of the surrounding mountains from the roof. Caroline Lodging is a family run operation, and they take people on various trekking trips. Since they take people out on the single or multiple day treks, they also have all the knowledge and maps to send people off on their own as well. It is hard to describe, but it was just a really nice place.

Huaraz is basically at the base of the Cordillera Blanca, an endless and mesmerizing mountain range. This also means it is at a higher elevation. With sickness of Latacunga still fairly fresh in our minds, we decided to take it easy in Huaraz. Our first evening we met some guys heading on a day hike for the following morning and joined them. They were Anael from France, Vincent from Holland, and Barnt from Canada. We trekked up to Lake Churup, elevation 4,450 meters. We took a group van to the town of Llupe then walked 1.5 hours to Pitec, the base camp area of the Parque Nacional Huascaran. From there we started the three hour trek, all mostly up a steep grade, to Lake Churup. Near the top there is a waterfall area where water just runs down the steep rocks. Due to the steepness there, there are actually metal chains bolted into the rocks to help you climb up. At the top, the lake is gorgeous. The water is so blue and mostly clear. On the other side from where we arrived there was still snow on the continuing upward peak. That side is actively eroding down into the lake. We stopped by the lake to rest and eat some food. Several people decided to jump into the lake (prompted by Aaron´s strange need to jump into every lake we hike to). As the previous day there was literally snow and ice on the water, I can tell you that the water was extremely cold. The views and trek were fantastic, but possibly not the best hike when adjusting to altitude. You really are just going straight uphill the entire way. One particular memorable moment was that as we started up the trek, we crossed paths with the two French guys from Máncora on their way down. They had left Máncora two days before us and, I thought, heading for the jungle.

After the hike I was suffering from a headache that lasted until the next morning. I do not remember ever having altitude problems like this before. We decided to do an easy day and Aaron, Vincent, and I went to Willkawain to see two archeological sites (Instituto Nacional de Cultura-Ancash: Monumento Arqueológico Willkawain). The first site had a small museum of the history and discovery as well as a few remaining buildings. This was a site dedicated to the dead for burials during the Wari culture empire, 700 – 1000 C.E. It was interesting. A dog joined our group, eager to see if we would share our lunches. At one point in the temple, I was peering into this small, dark little passageway when suddenly the dog came out of the dark at me. This startled me greatly, much to Vincent´s and Aaron´s delight. We also went to the second ruins area which was actually more impressive. We kept walking up the road beyond the ruins for quite some time before eventually turning back for Willkawain. We walked through a labor strike that morning. There were tons of people just sitting around a plaza chatting and eating ice cream. It looked like a nice time, though the streets were quite crowded. That evening, Vincent, Aaron, and I went to a pub that actually brews there own beer. It was nice to have an actually good tasting beer. The next days we actually left. There is so much trekking in Huaraz that you could spend months there, but we are not really gear prepared or financially prepared to outfit such adventures. Not getting in more treks in Huaraz just leaves something to return to Peru for. Plus, there are supposed to be more accessible treks in the Arequipa area in southern Peru. I loved Caroline Lodging and the people we met there were all fantastic. It was really nice being surrounded by outdoor enthusiasts for a while.

Lima
From Huaraz we headed back toward the coast and further south to Lima! Lima was wonderful. We stayed in the tourist Miraflores district. First we stayed at Cirque Hostel then moved to Dragonfly Hostel to be closer to Park Kennedy where everything is located. In Miraflores, we walked along the bluffs at the coast. The whole distance has been designed into an assortment of parks and recreation areas up on the bluffs and down at the beach level. This is really lovely and brilliant for aesthetics. We went just passed the Larcomar, which is a large shopping and restaurant complex built into the bluffs down to the beach. We went to Park Kennedy and Ovalo de Miraflores, the very center of the restaurant, bar and shopping areas. I replaced my camera. 😦 I am still sad about the loss. I purchased a Canon PowerShot. It is nice so far, though not waterproof. It is small, though, which my Olympus was a little bulky. We also wondered around the Inca markets and in general walked around exploring the streets. Miraflores is a fairly ritzy district.

On one day we went to Huaca Pucllana, an archaeological site of a 200 BCE Incan temple to the water goddess. Today there is 6 hectares remaining/exposed of a believed 20 hectares. The ruins are a giant pyramid structure made for sacrifices, feast, and other offerings. I was really impressed that is was only discovered about 30 years ago. It was disintegrating into a mound that was being used as a dirt bike course! Now excavation and restoration is underway. They are digging down to the last remaining intact layer and then restoring the original bricks. They predict that it will take an additional 30 years to complete restoration. They have also begun to purchase the surrounding land to expand the excavation. They have discovered several mummy graves in the structure where the burials where simply built over. It is difficult to say how many internal layers have been built up and over. As excavation is still underway, they are still discovering graves and possibly ones that were not ransacked and desecrated by the later people ruling the area. That night was a soccer match in Lima for Peru versus Paraguay. It was crazy at Kennedy Park that evening. People were swarming the restaurants and bars to watch the live match. I cannot even imagine the mayhem at the stadium. We watched the match at our hostel (Dragonfly Hostel) with several people who work there and two other women staying there. Peru won. I suspect that mayhem became chaos at Kennedy Park. An Argentinian man staying at the hostel was playing in a band that evening, so we all went to check it out. We went to the Barranco district which is where all the clubs are. The music was great. There were four or five band arrangements all playing blues rock music. Our hostel people were able to get us in for free which was really nice.

The next day we went to the historic center of Lima via the light rail system. We came out at the Civic Center and grabbed lunch (Aaron found his first Subway and was really excited). We were sitting outside on some steps eating when Anael from Huaraz suddenly walked up. An underlying theme of this trip has been how frequently we run into the same people or connections to the same people. We saw the Plaza Francia Recolete with a really cute vividly blue church. Then we went to the Plaza San Martin and the Plaza de Armas. We walked through the central market which was a plethora of shops, vendors and people crowded everywhere. This was an extremely busy area. There are also several government buildings there where guards were at the really with batons and crowd control shields like a riot could break out at any moment. Eventually we worked our way over the the Convento San Francisco to tour the convent turned museum and the catacombs below. There are some 25,000 bodies in the crypts and not all of them have been uncovered. In the open pits, the bones have been sorted by bone type. It is a little strange passing crypts with thousands of femurs, skulls, tibias and more just arranged in a sort of morbid display for our viewing pleasure. Apart from the catacombs, my favorite part of the tour was the library! It is a completely wood inlaid room with two spiral staircases leading to a balcony style second floor with more books. There are big wooden reading tables and windows lining the room (they had no electricity back in the day). The best part is all the original, hand written, leather bound books still in place lining the floor to ceiling shelves. It was a dream library. I wish that I could have actually been allowed to wander around the room and touch the books. It was fantastic! That evening, we met up with the French guys, Greg and Simon, for a Lima pub crawl. The pub crawl was fun and we got a really good deal, but I cannot say that I would do it again. Besides our group of four and then four people associated with the tour, only one other guy, Boris, showed up. It was a good deal though. I found out that Lima clubs charge anywhere from 50 to 100 soles ENTRANCE! That is ridiculous! I would never go out if that was the cost. With our tour we had free entrance. As for the rest, it was fun but not exactly what I had in mind for a pub crawl. After a long night, we relaxed the next day and planned our departure for the following morning. That evening I met up with Irish Colin to retrieve my towel that he thankfully rescued for me from Loki in Máncora. He did not come out to the pub crawl because he actually went to the Peru-Paraguay soccer match that previous evening. I saw the craziness of Kennedy Park that night, I cannot imagine actually being at the game.

Ica-Huacachina
The next day we left Lima for Paracas, however our bus driver never announced when we were supposed to get off so we missed Paracas and stopped in Ica instead. This is always a potential problem when taking buses that stop in every little town to pick up and drop off passengers. Ica is the actual city but we went on to Huacachina. Huacachina is a tiny little three street place built literally just for tourists coming for dune buggy tours. There is nothing there but hostels (we stayed at Carolas del Sur), restaurants and shops. Haucachina is surrounded by 300 foot sand dunes that go on for miles. That same afternoon I was able to catch a dune buggy tour (Aaron opted out). I was strapped down into this twelve person buggy and then we headed off at high speed over the dunes. The ride alone and the views are worth the tour, but then there is the added excitement of sand boarding down the dunes. They give everyone a board with foot strappings to board down the dunes like snow boarding. This was so much fun! I have never snow boarded before but others on the tour thought I did really well. Though I cannot say that the bruises on my bottom agreed. Sand is not nearly as soft as snow. I was, however, a natural at riding down on my stomach. You just keep your legs up and you can shoot down the dunes so fast. It was scary and exhilarating at the same time. I also got to catch a gorgeous sunset over the dunes. So much fun! The next morning we left for Nazca!

Nazca
Upon arriving in Nazca we were able to book a night bus that same evening for Cuzco, store our packs at the bus terminal, grabbed some lunch and headed out for a tour of the Nazca Lines all in about two hours time. Due to our penny pinching, we decided to forgo the flight over the lines and went on a car tour instead. The Nazca Lines are a series of ancient geoglyphs believed to have been created by the Nazca culture during 400 to 650 CE. There are mostly geometrical lines and shapes thought to be potentially related to a farming calendar. At certain points on the lines, however, there are also many zoomorphic designs such as a monkey, lizard, spider, birds, sharks, and a human figure. First we went to the natural lookout on a hillside where we saw tons of geometrical lines and shapes. Then we went to a constructed lookout and saw the Hands and Tree. It is not actually known who created the lines or why they created them. The association with the Nazca culture is due to the discovery of mummy burial sites among the lines. Also astonishing is how well they have been preserved. The dry climate and the isolation of the lines are the major factors in their preservation. But they have barely been altered even during extreme weather flukes. After checking out the lines, we went to the home (now a museum) of Maria Reiche, the German archaeologist who spent most of her life researching the lines starting in the early 1940´s. She dedicated a lot of time and effort into the preservation of these lines, thus putting them at their tourist attraction status. I was really intrigued when our guide said that everyone in the area thought she was just some crazy, white women wandering around the desert until tourists started coming to see the lines. Now they have a whole tourist infrastructure surrounding these lines. This site was officially made an UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1995 and Maria died in Lima in 1998. What a career.

That evening we left for Cuzco, which is where we currently are located. This entry is long enough however, so I will update you on Cuzco at another time. I will try to not wait a month this time. 🙂 Spoiler for the brilliance of Cuzco includes the gorgeous historic district, museums, churches, archaeological sites, and yes, Machu Picchu! Until then,