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Published: June 19th 2012
On the bus to Arequipa i was literall sat next to a guy who slept with his arms like wings! He literally took up so much space. Also my spanish is not particularly good but i think he tried to get me to wear a jacket to help him smuggle cocaine..... he may have just been trying to keep me warm but who knows!
Again we arrived at like 4am and hit the hay then woke up at about 10 to try and see some culture for a change. Arequipa has a huge monastery, two blocks worth, and has loads of other small ones. So we were gonna go and check some of these out, except they cost a fiver for entry, so we just went and sat on a terrace and had pisco sours. Me and george then watched ratatouille, love that filum. That evening we went out for din dins with honesty then started drinking at happy places. We are staying in another wild rover hostel so is pretty party-y. Had guys walking along the bar pooring booze into our mouth and a few too many sexes on the beach. Well em certainly did, she went to bed
at 12! She was too drunk, bare hilare. Me and george managed to make it out and i would love to describe the night to you gays but i dont remember too much...... more sex on the beach, some funny photos, dancing and chatting shit with randomers....
Today we have just been hanging and monging, we have had a hectic week or so, so was nice to just chillax for once! Oh and george cut my hair, is a bit patchy but i rather likes it i do.
We splashed the gash and bought cama seats, ie muchos leg room and space! We also had a hostess that fancied me and george, a film that we couldnt hear and it didnt smell, Yay! We also got to cusco at the slightly more reasonable time of 6.30am
We are staying in another wildrover hostel, weve got a free t shirt, score! The tourist office had literally no new stuff for us to do, done mountain biking, atvs, rock climbing etc. Spoilt
. So we just went for a wonder and were beginning to think we had covered cities as well when we stumbled in to a festival celebration, no idea what for. It involved loads of kids from different schools donning shloads of colours and throwing some shapes. We watched this in a coffee shops with some hot chocolates then went to book a 122 metre bungee jump and a thing called the slingshot. The slingshot involves being strapped to the floor and an elastic rope (used for bungeeing) being pulled tifhter and tighter by the cablecar its attached to going up to about 100 metres, then being let go and absolutely flying! Travelled 130 metres in about 2 seconds from stationary off the ground into the air, then bounced and swung a bit. This was insane! I got wacked in the head by the rope, which still hurt thru the helmet. Then we did the 122 metre bungee, on the way up i was like "shit we are high" and we werent even half way up. This was without a Doubt the scariest thing i have done! I managed to go on 3 tho and loved it! George was next and he took so long that the guy had to push him and he came out in the foetal position. Because it was from so high (and because george did the foetal position) i fudged my back and george fudged his knee. George was so shaken up that he was sick in a drain on the way back. I couldnt walk so went to bed for 4 hours then felt even worse! Was incredibly fun and glad i did it fo sho, but em is feeling pretty smug that she didnt do it. I dropped some ibuprofen and lathered myself in deep heat then me and em went for an indian, george was still in shock from the bungee jump ordeal so stayed in bed.
We hardly slept that night because these benders kept coming back into our/their room and discussin who owed what money and making the lights strobe, they also had the least calm voices ever.
Slept in this morning then watched the england match booyeh!
Leaving for our machu pichu trek tomorrow, hope my backs better, and georges knee otherwise that would suuuuuuck.
The cripple numero unos
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