Jon in a beautiful narrow street, just after we discovered that the apparent whitewashed walls are partially compiled with straw! Our night bus from Puno had arrived at 5.00am, and with bleary eyes and in trepidation, we swiftly broke Travellers' Rule Number 2: never accept the offer of accomodation from strangers at bus stations... Well, the taxi whisked us through the city and into roads and lanes which became narrower and narrower. The cobbled streets ascended and the atmosphere became more village-like and just like a step back in time. We had arrived!
Peruvian lady dragging her poor alpaca around the winding streets of Cuzco! Jon spent a while pretending he was making a holiday video in order to avoid being charged by this woman for taking the photo! But the whole atmosphere of this place quickly confirmed that it was EXACTLY what we had been searching for on our quest so far through Spanish-speaking Latin America. Most people here speak Quechua as well!
We were hungry, it was lunchtime, and a tiny and narrow cobbled lane leading off the Plaza de Armas beckoned. It was then that we met Gustavo. A fantastic guy and general factotum. He both fed us mind-blowingly great value food in his cosy little restaurant, shouting 'mama!' through the hatch at his chef at regular intervals, and then leading us over the square to his office to aid us in our forthcoming expedition to discover a certain 'lost' city.
Cuy! The local speciality that most of us think of as a pet! Jon chomped his way through most of this little fellow, baked and with a strong, salty flavour. Simon munched on an alpaca steak instead!
Plaza de Armas shining by night!
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