One thing's for sure, we're all gonna be a lot thinner... 'I don't know if it's because of the thin air or the pilot on coke but we came in like a Stuka divebomber'...pure class.
Good luck in Hotel Vienna, it looks very beautiful.
This little piggy went to market... I should probably feel sorry for you Ken, or Jaysus even, but being a previous guardian of guinea pigs, it's them that hold my pity today. Hope the tablets work head, get well soon.
How's the bowels Hey Ken,
Enjoying the blog keep it up. Sorry to hear you picked up a dose of the runs. Raw fish & salad it is Peru afterall, if it ain't fried and all the rest.
Sorry about the dorm I thought that the best way for you to learn the "hostel trade" is to start in a dorm. Im glad you will enjoy a private room in Cusco. My recomendations are:
Walk to Saqsay'waman , the Inca ruins above the Loki Hostel. ( alternatively get a taxi there and walk back)
Take a bus to Ollyantambo through the sacred valley even if you miss Machu Picchu.
If you do Machu Picchu sign up for the Huyanu Picchu limited access as soon as you get there.
Eat anti-cuchos.
Enjoy the amazing shitness that is Mama Africas Nightclub, its like a shit Kehoe's on acid.
Eat in Pacha Papas ( Peruvian Andean Food ), Jacks cafe ( maybe a bit early in your trip for home foods) and if you are really brave eat in the San Pedro Market food stalls ( if you don't have the balls, at least get some juice from the juice women, and bring your camera for the offal section ).
If you find yourself in Paddy Flaherty's eat the Bread and Butter Pudding ( 40 min wait )
If you can, go see a Ciencano football match.
Eat anticuchos ( beef heart on a stick ) when coming home drunk.
Eat Choclo (maize) with andean cheese on bus journeys.
Eat Lomo Saltado, Aji de Galina and Papa Huancayna.
Pisco sours are not as good as they are made out to be. Drink the pisco straight instead.
On a Sunday buy an ice cream and sit on a bench in Plaza de Armas and see if you can spot the mice running around in the borders of the perfectly mowed lawns.
Dont buy happy pants.
Buy an alpaca hat.
Dont buy a "Inca Wars" tshirt.
Never go with a hippie to a second location.
See you in a week or two!
coffee I notice a clear change since you have left Ireland: tea must have been the most mentioned thing in your FB statuses, but it seems to have been replaced by coffee/cafes, which have been mentioned in each of your post!
It seems to be lovely there. I wonder if the image I have in my head from your descriptions would correspond to reality. Any pics?
i was in the caribbean in late december 2007 and it was definitely weird seeing tinsel and 'merry christmas' banners strung across shopfronts at the side of dusty dirt streets in the blazing sunshine in antigua. they go batshit crazy the week before christmas on montserrat, drinking and dancing in the road til morning; i remember being sat on the kerb outside a rum shack in salem in the small hours fairly pished on 'volcano rum' watching an elderly woman drunk off her tits dancing like a demon in the middle of the road, and got tired watching her before she got tired dancing
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Aaron and Keith
Yet another interesting read.