Please forgive me. It seems that i´ve been letting the whole team down by neglecting our travel blog, so let´s get cracking Steve! Play the game before Lucy steps up her bullying.
Since the first post we´ve done so much ´traveling about´ that i´m going to struggle to do many of our Peruvian experiences justice. Let´s begin where Lucy left it, Huancavelica. We stayed a few more nights in Huancavelica lodging in a strange room that seemed to be charged with static electricity. We had to take the light bulb out at night as it wouldn´t turn off completely and sparks kept flying off our sleeping bags as we rolled around. We did another big walk into the incredible mountains which surround the town wondering way off piste, always exciting. After some time and distance wondering where the bloody hell we were, we found a track and a sign post which led us up to an abandoned mercury mine which was once of great importance to the Spanish. It turns out that they exploited the obligatory labour of the towns people to such an extent that there wern´t enough people left alive to do the work, so the mine closed. Lucy also taught me to nit in Huancavelica and I got a bit obsessed.
Next we took a painful 15 hour bus journey along a perilous single track dirt road to Ayacucho. The journey was broken into two by a nice 5hour stop in small crossroad village. We arrived in Ayacucho at about 4 in the morning and slept a few hours at the bus stop before taking a tuk tuk to our hostel. It took a couple of days to recover, moral was down. Lucy was feeling pretty rotten and couldn´t eat. We made friends with some artisans who showed us to a much nice hostel/ family house on the top of a hill with a massive view of the whole city. The artisans fed us and and chatted to us about all things from Peru to premier league. They informed us that the next bus journey to Cusco was going to be about 20hours over the mountains, I felt sick. Following their directions we walked into town to book our bus for the next day. However, at some point we took a wrong turn which took us past a sign saying 'FLIGHTS $80'. SWEEET! So we went back to the hostel, slept and we were checked into our Cusco hostel before 9AM! Amazing.
Cusco is a beautiful town full of colonial architecture, pizza restaurants and tourists. Until we arrived in Cusco we had met two french tourists in almost 3 weeks. So we got our fill of music and nice comfort food. Brill! After some umming and aaaaring we decided to go to a yoga place way out in the Sacred Vally for a few days. When we got there it turned out to be run by Harri Krishna nutters, nice nutters. It was nice to be out towns and at least our host Rama had a good old story to tell so we enjoyed the peace and quiet under sky full of stars avoiding any kind of indoctrination.
We have moved on since then but I think i will stop here as I feel myself going on. Maybe Luce will fill in a few of gaps. Photos to follow.
Steve.
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