Our last day in Mexico we ate a lot of street tacos. We also went and finally looked at that thing we were going to look at before it rained on the ferrels. We still don't know what it was but up close, it was impressive. We took care of a few domestic details, like buying new soap and water; readying ourselves for South America. We decided to pay for another night at the creepy hotel, so we could hang out in the room until we needed to be at the airport, rather than checking out and dragging our bags all around town or hanging at the airport for 12 hours. This meant we got to watch the chroming for another few hours.
All day... Chroming.
Anyways, we chilled out, caught a psycho cab ride to the airport, jumped on a plane and uncomfortably sweated our asses to Lima, Peru. Oh, one thing, when we were waiting for our cab ride to the airport in Mexico, one of the homeless chromies tried his luck at a hand out. Picture this dirty ass mexican, covered in sores and bad teeth, with one hand out gesturing for change while the other hand is clutching a chroming cylinder to his mouth. We were like "uh no pesos, lo siento" while he rambled with eyes rolling back into his skull and another of them a few feet away in his underwear, washing his junk with an old rag and a busted up tupperwear container full of scum water. Yeah, that was the scene, then the cab pulled up and the chromy thought it nice to open the door for us, like a f#cking chauffeur driver escorting clients, he also tapped the boot to let us know our stuff was securely stowed. It's difficult for me to set the scene, perhaps a "had to be there" moment but Morty and I were pissing ourselves laughing and we dug around for a few pesos and rewarded his efforts.
Anyway, during the grueling plane trip I sat next to an 80 year old, Chinese born Peruvian woman who couldn't speak English. She could however, cram her customs documents and passport into my face, holding a pen and gibbering what I could only assume were commands that I fill out her paperwork for her. I was f#cking tempted to declare biohazards and firearms on her behalf but my true nature got the better of me. I was pissed off because my foot well had a third of it taken up by some strange black box thing and then the old lady had pushed her feet into the remaining two thirds of my leg room. I tried hinting at her that this was wrong by kicking her feet whilst shuffling about trying to get comfortable and sighing loudly; an expression I thought had universal meaning... WRONG! She didn't budge.
By the time we got to the hostel in Lima, we had been awake for about 22 hours, minus and hour of disjointed cramp sleep on the plane. We were lucky to be able to check into the Point hostel at 9:30am because beds were available. We had a quick look around and realized this was going to be a good time. The hostel was kick ass! Apparently there was a lot of Aussies here too. But for now, we needed sleep. 2 hours of sleep under the belt, we got up. Went to the bar and got beers and ordered some food from the rad Peruvian metal heads in the kitchen; burgers. We then began what became a huge night! We met all these cats from Australia, Peru, Canada, New Zealand, USA, Austria, France and a bunch of other countries I can't remember. The whole place basically partied as one. Card games (shit head), foosball competitions and general larrikinism. The place was awesome and so friendly... A perfect welcome to the South American way. Anyway, by 5:00am, we figured it was time to crash. Excluding the dodgy hour on the plane and the two hours in the dorm, we hadn't slept in 28 hours or so. We were Charlie Sheen winning!
We cruised around and drank Peruvian coffee, which tasted amazing!
And checked out the view across the road.
Saw a tempting fruit cart.
And watched these wicked birds in the sky.
Here's the moose in the garden area. Those are dorms behind him.
This was where I sat most of the time. That's the bar on the left.
We knew if we weren't careful, we were going to get stuck here. The people and the atmosphere rang true to the idea of the hotel of California. On limited time now, as I'd booked my flights to the UK for the 15th, we had to split. So off to Cusco we went. And here we are.
It's a beautiful place.
It's how I imagined Peru.
Strange patterns dug into the side of a hill.
Cobbled streets with awesome views peeking through between old disheveled structures.
We were pumped!
We moved in to the Point hostel in Cusco, as we'd had such a good time at the one in Lima and when I saw this scene, I smiled. This is the view from this tiny little balcony, just big enough for two that hangs out over the thoroughfare.
I was like "hey Morty"...
And he was like "hmmm yesss?"...
And I was like "sweeeet!".
But the altitude at 3300m was screwing with everything. The beer was really fizzy, we were short of breath, headaches dominated and you got drunk really easily. One beer easy. So we thought we better take it easy.
And just enjoy the view.
Later we walked the town and I was in heaven. Cusco really is Peru! I'll just post a few photos to peruse.
Good times!
The last thing we did was eat this random mystery meat thing. Cooked by a Peruvian in the street. I think it may have been beef heart... Paul, little help? I going to crash now and hope I don't wake up in a few hours clutching at my tummy, groaning in terrifying agony.
Good night.
Location:Meson De La Estrella,Cuzco,Peru
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