I can´t believe i still havent written since the trek, which was surprisngly much better than expècted so might have to resort to bullet points again to include alll the activities of recent times....
- Trek Numero Uno
We all left for the trek Friday morning, a little worried. We´d seen what Cotopaxi could do to people. Luckily the first day was a nice, gental starter for us, despite the pouring rain and we walked for only 3 or 4 hours before reaching the campsite, I for one was very encouraged until Wilson told us that tomorrow would be a 7 hour climb up to the top and then down again. To cut a long story short, we all managed it. There was breathlessness and cursing and encourgement and shivering but getting to the top (like over 4000m or something crazy) felt amazing and we spent as much time as possible maximising photos to prove we´d done it. The next day felt like a walk in the park in comparrison, complete with crazy Vicky and Matilda swimming in icy water and a certain spring in everyones step now that the hardest day had been completed. Our meals were great, pasta, fish, soup, pancakes even and although the sleeping situations weren´t the most comfortable in the world we coped. As I write am wondering if nostalga is warping my views... We arrived back in Hurraz to be greeted by cold showers and a night bus, but happy that 1 trek is complete at least!
So, nightbus complete we arrived in Lima (nice to be back). We napped briefly before heading out to explore the city, catch up on some laundry and eat some good food. First afternoon we headed to the National Museum to find out about Inca´s and Spanish and pots and civil war and general Peru info. I rushed back to meet up with Alan and the grandmother who had managed to time her visit perfectly so that I was around. We went out for a lovely dinner, I replaced my camera (thanks Al!) and was nice to see some faces from home. dashed back to the hostel where new girl, Georgina had arrived, and everyone was dolled up ready to go out. We headed to Baranco and Wilson and I introduced everyone to their first pisco sours which went down well, I think! Unfortunately Barranco was a little dead and everyone a little tired still so we headed back at the relatively early time of 12.20....
Next night however was a little different. During the day we´d been to see the changing of the guards, frolicked in the sun, seen a torture museum (bloody catholics) and spent moneys in the stalls. Whole group went to eat dinner in Baranco once again and then afterwards the majority stayed out for another fun night of drinking, dancing, scamming happy hour, free drinks, playing in the fountains, marching to singaporian national songs and salsaing.
- Chan Chan Ruins