kodi

Keep it coming Babs. I'm enjoying it so much.
SInce I will be travelling on my own, I've very interested in budget accommodations. SO any cheapy recommendations are greatly appreciated. Fball, 700 is crazy!!

Babs , would you recommend a single ( older) woman doing this on her own?
Would you make any changes in retrospect?

BabsB

Hi kodi

I don't know why you couldn't do it on your own, we are not spring chickens and had no problem. As far as organizational, it went very smooth and I attribute that to the kindness of the local Peruvian people who helped us whether they were a guide we hired or a gal behind the hotel check in counter. We did have hotel reservations set up in advance because I had a budget to keep and I don't like wasting time trying to find a place to sleep when I get off the bus. We reserved our Lake Titicaca overnight stay and our Colca Canyon overnight stay in advance. Pretty much everything else was on the fly.

kodi

Thanks Babs. I was in Argentina and Chile this past winter, on my own, the the buses were great. I, too, had my accommodations set up in advance. My big worry was not being able to speak Spanish, but I did ok.

I'd love to tour Peru the same way. SO it's good to hear your positive words. Thanks.

BabsB

My Spanish is limited to ordering two beers and asking for the bathroom, hello, thank you, and goodbye. I take a little Spanish (or any other language) translator book with me when I travel so that I can communicate my basic needs. That and a few courtesy words, hello, thank you etc. and a big smile usually work.

kodi

So true. I do have a little Spanish. IT's when they answer in Spanish that I get lost! They start going on, and totally lose me.

Again, loving your report. Thanks.

BabsB

March 12, 2010 Not quite a chicken bus to Nazca

We slept in this morning and it was very welcome. We had a nice breakfast at the hotel restaurant then decided to walk around town and the lagoon. The lagoon was very pretty and some people were enjoying the day by renting paddle boats or row boats. The boat vendors provided complimentary colorful umbrellas for the boaters as they needed them. The sun was very hot.

We could not resist looking around several of the hotels and we enjoyed talking pictures of a tortoise at one of them. I could not pass up a visit to the local library so we thumbed through a selection of English and Spanish books. Most were very old as if they were cast offs from another library. They even had a complete set of Shakespeare! An elderly gentleman appeared to be the resident librarian and we had a nice talk with him and left a donation.

Sometimes you just have to sit down and watch the world go by. A wall along the edge of the lagoon was perfect for people watching and enjoying the scenery. We never expected a 12 foot black gorilla to walk up to us. Of course he was not your ordinary gorilla; he was a plastic gorilla with a fan on his rear end to keep him blown up. He had a lovely entourage of two young ladies in yellow and orange outfits selling Peruvian lottery tickets. We could not resist this Kodak moment so we moved into the embrace of King Kong and smiled our heads off. We each bought a scratch off ticket but didn’t win. I wonder if they would have paid us if we had won!

We decided to eat lunch at an outdoor patio restaurant right on the water. It was pretty with a nice cabana roof. The waiter was very talkative and he took the time to tell to us ALL about the area. He was so chatty we thought we would die of dehydration before he brought our drinks to us. I had lightly breaded fish and chips and Margee had grilled fish and rice. My fish was probably the best fish I have ever had in my life. Every mouthful was a delight. The chips were so so but the fish was delicious. Margee picked a bit at her food but enjoyed the Chica Morada.

We did a little bit of shopping at a few vendor booths and then went back to the hotel. We are getting the hang of packing up our backpacks and moving on. We waved a taxi down in front of the hotel and are concerned because it looks like it is being held together with chewing gum and duct tape. We put our packs in the front seat and clamber into the back. At this point we expected the taxi to start moving. It was not to be. The driver could not get the car started. There was a very nice, brand new 4 wheel drive pickup truck behind us and the driver was laying on the horn as he could not get by. Margee looks at me and without a word we both jump out of the taxi and grab our bags out of the front seat. Neither one of us wanted to be 4 wheel drive road kill! The taxi driver finally got his car started and moved out of the way of the truck. We waved down another taxi, which was marginally better than the first, and off we go to the Soyuz bus station in Ica.

This bus station was not quite as nice as the Cruz Del Sur station in Lima and it was definitely more confusing. We got in what we thought was the correct line only to make our way up to the counter to find out we needed to go one window over. No problem, we just scooted over. Two tickets to Nazca cost us 20 sols or about $7.00 US dollars. We definitely got what we paid for. It was a local experience rich with the total bombardment of all of our senses. We watched our bags go into the luggage compartment and we boarded the bus. Well, this was not quite a chicken bus but not far from it. There were a lot of local folks but no livestock that we could see. It was hot, noisy, smelly, and crowded and we were happy it was only a two hour ride. While we waited to see if the bus would start, there was a big commotion going on outside. We think a gal was trying to stow away in the luggage compartment. Maybe she knew that was the better option!

We arrived at the Nazca bus station and no one was there to pick us up because we had not been able to phone ahead and let them know what time we would arrive. We grab our bags and aim for the exit. Over the top of the bus station we saw a huge Hotel Alegria sign. This is good, the hotel is right across the street. We walked across the very busy street, dodging food carts, buses, cars, taxis and humanity. For such a short walk it was quite an adventure. It was funny how many people stared at us. I guess they were not used to two middle aged gals with backpacks skedaddling across the road.

Checking in was quick and easy. The hotel was very nice with a lovely garden area and swimming pool. Our room was quite large and had air conditioning. There was a walkway with chairs and table that overlooked the pool. The only problem with the room was that it had one light with a 40 watt bulb in it. You could not read if your life depended on it and forget about putting make up on in the bathroom. Oh the air conditioning was heavenly though!

We walked next door to El Limon, a cevecheria that I read about online. Of course, as we walk in the door at 5:00 pm the owner, Aldo, says he is closing and the cooks have gone home. He was kind enough to serve us Cristal Beer and roasted corn while he finished cleaning up. We promised we would come back the next day and have lunch.

A walk around town and souvenir shopping was next on our agenda. We also needed water and snacks since we didn’t eat dinner. We went into a small store and I bought several interesting candy bars and we both purchased water. The lady behind the counter told Margee in Spanish that I needed to put my camera away because someone would try to take it. It was hanging around my neck, just like a tourist, so I paid attention to her warning and put it in my purse. We figured if she was kind enough to warn us, they must be having problems and problems are not what we are interested in. We thanked her and went on our way, much more vigilant.

The Plaza de Armas was full of local folks enjoying their Friday night. We walked up and down a few more streets, enjoyed the evening, and then headed back to the room for the night.

BabsB

Here is another installment, hope I am not dragging on too much!

March 13, 2010 Dramamine and the Nazca Lines

Nazca lines here we come. Our pickup time was 8:00am so we had plenty of time to have the included breakfast at the hotel. The Nazca flight was arranged through Alegria Tours on Alas Perunas Airlines. Our flight cost $50.00 US dollars and 20 sol departure tax each. The tour agency was conveniently located right next door to the hotel so after breakfast we walked over to wait for the included transportation to the airport. It was a short walk so we had some time to wait. The young man at the counter was looking at Facebook on his computer so Margee asked if she could look at her Facebook and make a short posting. He was fine with that and so Margee got a little impromptu computer time.

Our van arrived and we loaded in. There was one more hotel stop for a few more folks then we headed for the airport. It was a pleasant and short 10 minute ride. We arrived at the airport and were instructed to go the Alas Perunas booth and check in. They had our reservations so all we had to do was go to the “next window please” and pay our departure tax.

We received a name tag and were invited to sit down and watch a video about the Nazca Lines produced by National Geographic in 1986. The gal asked if we wanted it in Spanish or English. We picked English. She also said that as soon as the pilot received permission to fly he would come find us by our name tags.

The wait was not long, maybe 30 minutes. The pilot took us out to the side of the tarmac and we walked by several very nice looking airplanes. Ours was also nice and safe looking. We were just practicing our positive thinking! There were five passengers and one pilot. When we checked in at the desk, the gal asked each of us what we weighed. I didn’t think this was the time to lie about it, but whispering it was OK. We assumed that we would be strategically seated in the plane. Nope, they loaded us right in. Evidently they were just looking for a total weight. Margee and I got in the back, seat belted up and put on our headphones so we could listen to the pilot. I need to mention that we had both taken a Dramamine prior to boarding the plane. The medicine hit Margee much harder than me and I wondered if she would nod off during the flight. I thought she was goofy but she described it as relaxed.

We each received a map of the lines we flew over. Briefly, we flew over the Whale, Trapezoids, Astronaut, Monkey, Dog, Condor, Spider, Frigate Bird, Hummingbird, Alcatraz, Parrot, Hands, Tree and Condor Baby. The pilot would announce “You will see the Monkey under the wing on the right”. Then he would circle around and fly back over the Monkey, tilting the wing again, so the passengers on the other side of the plane could see it. “You will see the Monkey under the wing on the left”. At first the tilting back and forth was fine but towards the end of the flight we were glad that it was just a 30 minute ride. The Dramamine was a good idea.

Back at the airport we took pictures of the plane and of each other posing in front of it. Our van was ready and waiting to take us back to the hotel. All in all, it was fun and very well organized. A personal long time dream comes true for me!

Lunch was next on the agenda so we popped into El Limon and said hello to Aldo. We tried to order lunch but we had a definite communication problem. Even though Margee spoke excellent Spanish, the waiter must have been speaking a different Spanish! She tried to explain that she does not like breaded fish and would they grill it. He points at the menu “Oh you will like this”. Well she didn’t! He brought out a huge platter of breaded fish with very unusual fried potatoes. When the waiter came back to check on us she quietly told him that she did not like fish cooked this way and could she have some rice. He brought the rice fairly quickly and between that and the ceviche we ordered there was enough to eat.

We had a bit of time before we had to leave for the bus station so we went on a shopping hunt for a spoon to add to Margee’s collection. We found lots of sterling silver spoons with big price tags but no typical, cute tourist spoons.

We shrugged into our packs, checked out of the hotel (www.hotelalegria.net) and once again skedaddled across the street and down one block to the Cruz Del Sur bus station to catch our bus to Arequipa. We had purchased our tickets the day before while we wandered around town so we were ready to go. First class tickets cost us 103 sols each or about $36.00. I have to admit that this leg of the trip freaked me out for six months and basically gave me nightmares during the planning stages. I read too many news reports of late night buses from Nazca to Arequipa plunging off the side of the mountain and killing everyone aboard. I wanted to take a bus during the daytime but the trip is 8 hours long and none leave early in the morning. I compromised by selecting a bus that left at 1:30pm and arrived in Arequipa at 9:30pm. At least we were not driving during the wee hours of the morning. I was so worked up I could not look out the window the entire trip. Margee slept off the Dramamine in the next seat over, lucky girl.

The bus arrived in Arequipa and after a bit of luggage confusion, we claimed our backpacks and trundled off to find a taxi. The hotel we were going to stay at did not provide bus station pickup but they advised it would be easy to get a taxi inside the station and it would cost about 5 sols for the ride. As we and all the other travelers discovered, there were no taxis. We had to walk out to the street and flag one down. The bus station charges the taxi’s a fee to come inside the station and evidently the taxis didn’t want to pay the fee. No problem though, we told the driver where we wanted to go and offered him 5 sols for the ride and we had struck a deal. Once at the hotel, the taxi driver was very nice and rang the bell on the gate and waited with us until they let us in.

We stayed at the Casa de mi Abuela Hostal – www.casadeiabuela.com. It was $54.00 for two including breakfast. They showed us two rooms and we picked the larger of the two and called it a night.

fball

Thanks for the post, Babs. I was not planning on doing the Nazca Lines & now I'm glad! I don't like to fly. I have a long wait until you are back in Lima with your post, picking up your guitar. I'm really curious about it as I want to order one for my daughter. Any chance of a sneak preview on that last bit of your trip?

BabsB

I have emailed Margee for the guitar store info and will post as soon as I get it! Here is the next installment.

March 14, 2010 Arequipa On Our Own

Today was a free day. We did not have a tour or time commitments so we just enjoyed wandering where the guide book happened to take us. Hotel La Casa De Mi Abuela served a nice buffet breakfast on an outdoor patio. It was nice to eat hot scrambled eggs and bacon for a change from bread, butter and jam.

There was a tour group of high school kids from a private boarding school in Colorado Springs eating breakfast with us. They were on their spring break trip and we were to see them on and off over the next few days as we crossed paths.

We went to Giardino Tours, which is in the same complex as our hotel, to confirm our Colca Canyon reservation. Some how they had written the dates down wrong. We planned on going March 15th and 16th and they had us scheduled for March 16th and 17th. Thank goodness they were easy to work with and very professional. They scurried around for a few minutes and came back and said we were all set. I think we benefited in the long run because we ended up in a private van with a driver and tour guide all to ourselves. The 2 day 1 night trip cost $67.00 US dollars per person and included a double room at the La Casa De Mama Yacchi, transportation, guide, driver, and breakfast.

The Plaza de Armas was our first stop on our self guided walking tour. The Cathedral was beautiful and we enjoyed taking photos of the pretty fountain with the Cathedral in the background. We stepped inside to take a look around the church and Margee noticed a sign that said no tourists during Sunday Mass. As we enjoyed the church we noticed that a service was going on. All of a sudden it dawned on us that it was Sunday. We had completely lost tract of the day of the week. We exited out the nearest door as quickly and silently as we could. At least Margee could report back to her elderly father that she went to mass while on vacation.

We walked around the gardens of the Plaza and enjoyed watching the families and their children. There were many touts trying to sell tours but they were not that pesky. I saw a cute doll in one of the stores that interested me, but not enough to convince me to carry in my back pack for another 17 days.

The guide book said the La Compania was a nice cathedral right off the plaza. We headed that way but got stopped by the chocolate shop right across the street. We don’t have a problem buying things if we can eat them on the spot. We tried a few sweets they were offering then bought a paper cone filled with cookies that had chocolate filling. The façade of La Compania is carved sillar stone. It has a beautiful entrance with Inca carvings and a lovely interior. The cookies were outstanding.

Down the street and around the corner we found the Museo Santuarios Andinos. This museum is the home of Juanita, the Ice Maiden of Ampato. We bought our tickets and a guide led us into a nice theater where we watched a National Geographic movie about Juanita. It was very interesting. After that we had a private guided tour of the Museum. The guide was very good, spoke English well, and explained all about the culture and why Juanita was sacrificed. We saw the clothing she was wearing and all the items that were found with her. But, we did not see Juanita. She was in a deep freeze at the University of Maryland being studied. We did see another ice maiden who was not as royal as Juanita, but she was just as frozen. We were glad we had the guide because there were no signs on anything.

Our planned next stop was the Monasterio de Santa Catalina but hunger pangs were setting in. We kept our eyes open for a place to eat lunch. We found a little Swiss place called Zig Zag Creperia. We decided to sit outside in the attractive patio and I ordered a caramel custard crepe with vanilla ice cream and Margee had an apple crepe with ice cream. They were so yummy and desert for lunch is always great.

Next to the restaurant was a shop that had beautiful baby alpaca items for sell. I found a great coat scarf for my son. The great thing about fabric gifts is they pack down very small. I felt like I had scored for him.

We finally arrived at the Monasterio de Santa Catalina and decided we wanted a guide. It was a good decision as Priscilla was friendly, knowledgeable and very entertaining. She took us all over the convent and explained everything to us. At one point she took a phone call then asked if it was OK if her two nephews joined us for the rest of the tour. They wanted to practice their English as one of them was getting ready to go North Carolina and attend dental school and the other wanted to be an engineer. We said no problem. These two nice young men showed up, ages 20 and 22, and spent the next 45 minutes or so with us. They were very pleasant. The entire tour was great and the stories about the nuns were fascinating.

We were getting tired by now and decided to go back to the hotel. On our way back we saw two older Peruvian ladies sitting on a door way step selling dolls. One of the ladies was actually sewing the doll as we watched. Margee decided she wanted the doll that the lady was making as it was more memorable than buying one in a store. I didn’t want to be doll less so we ended up buying two. We are going to carry them around for the next 17 days, just what I had tried to avoid earlier in the day. We took pictures of each other with the ladies and the dolls and decided it was well worth every sol.

We had asked Patricia for restaurant suggestions and she recommended we try Chifa, which is Peruvian influenced Chinese food. We asked at the desk in the hotel where we could find Chifa and they recommended Ka Hing. They called a taxi for us and said that the restaurant would call one when we were ready to go back to the hotel. I don’t know what we were expecting but it was a typical Chinese restaurant. We each ordered combinations. I had fried rice, noodles with vegetables and won tons. Margee had fried rice with a chicken and vegetable stir fry with egg rolls. It was just like home. It was funny that they served us a Pisco Sour to go with the food. Cost was 31.50 sols or less than $11.00 US dollars. Our nice Peruvian waiter called us a taxi and we waited in the sitting area for it to show up. The restaurant was serious about security; they had a security guard and a traffic control guy out front. There was a lot of traffic because the restaurant sold a lot of take out food.

Back at the hotel, we packed up as much as we could in preparation for our Colca Canyon Tour.

mlgb

One of my taxi drivers in Lima was quite the foodie and warned me off the Chifa. He insisted that I needed to have ceviche instead. He was right.

BabsB

fball
Here is where Margee bought the guitar:

Instrumentos Musicales Aymara
Jr. Cantuarias #191-Miraflores
www.aymaraperu.com

fball

Hi Barb,
Thank you so much for tracking down the store name and link. I will try to go when we are in Lima. My daughter is 14 and plays many instruments. She would really enjoy this store. I am looking forward to the rest of your trip posts.

shelleyk

Hi Barb-I am waiting for you to continue your report as we are leaving for Peru in 2 weeks and I was hoping to read your section covering Cusco and the Sacred Valley. Any chance that might happen in the next 2 weeks? If not, do you have any general tips for that area concerning restaurants or activities that might be helpful to us. Did you go to Maras and Moray and did you think it was worth the time and expense to do this?
Shelley

BabsB

Hi shelleyk

Margee is in charge of the next few days installments but she hasn't finished them up yet. I have quite a bit of the rest of the trip done. I should have Cusco and the Sacred Valley soon, I just don't want to post them out of sequence.

BabsB

I am going to continue posting but will skip March 15th and 16th which was our Colca Canyon trip. I gave Margee, the school teacher, an assignment to write up the journal for these two days but she has not finished it yet and I know shelleyk wants to hear about Cusco so here goes.

BabsB

March 17, 2010 Cruz del Sur to Puno

We had buffet breakfast again this morning and then took a taxi to the Crux del Sur bus station. The bus left at 8:30 am for a five hour ride to Puno. The tickets cost $25.00 US dollars each and we had no problem buying the tickets. Once again we decided to go first class so it was very comfortable and quite luxurious. They showed three movies, August Rush, Miss Congeniality and the Magician. Lunch was a chicken sandwich and a piece of hard candy. I napped a lot and Margee got all teary eyed over August Rush.

We get to Puno and there is someone waiting for us from the Mosoq Inn. I love getting off the bus or plane and have someone waiting for me with my name on a sign.

The Mosoq Inn is a small hotel but very cute, clean and modern and conveniently located to the Plaza. Our room was large and they had free internet and a nice breakfast. www.mosoqinn.com The room was $50.00 US dollars for both of us. Our room was on the third floor, each floor had two flights of stairs. We both struggled up the stairs because of the altitude which is about 12,500. Every time I climbed the stairs I did fine on the first three flights and the fourth one kicked my butt. The air is thin.

After we settled in we went down to the lobby and asked the receptionist to call Allways Travel to confirm our reservations for our Cultural Exchange tour of Uros, Amantani and Taquille for the next day. They said we were confirmed and that they would pick us up at 7:50 in the morning.

We also called Inka Express about our March 20th tickets because they provide a ticket drop off service. Their representative showed up and wanted $100.00 US dollars for two tickets. We asked how much if we paid in sols. She told us 250 sols. That sounded like a much better deal to us so we paid in sols. The tickets cost about $90.00 US dollars! She took our money, gave us the tickets but said she had to go back to the office to get a receipt and would we please wait until she came back. We double checked that we had actual tickets and said OK. She was back quickly with the receipt. The whole thing made me uncomfortable, if there is ever a next time, I will go the Inka Express office to buy the tickets.

We relaxed a little bit and did some laundry in the sink. It was close to dinner time so we walked over to the Plaza de Armas to see what our food choices were. Puno is known for its spectacular festivals and we stumbled right into the middle of one. There was a big festival going on celebrating the anniversary of the school district. There were hundreds of school age children dressed up in their tidy blue uniforms. Most of them were girls but there was a scattering of boys. The teachers were trying to line the children up in parade formation and other adults were supervising the youth band. The plaza was packed with families and gawking tourists. The music started to play and the school children marched around the plaza and down a side street. The girls in the front of the parade had to be what we call AP (advanced placement) students as they marched in perfect form and wore ribbons, gold braids and medallions. The boys at the back of the parade were goofing off, shoving each other and acting like - boys. We wandered all around and took pictures of the event enjoying ourselves tremendously. Then the band starting playing a new song and it immediately caught our attention, they were playing the U. S. Marine Corp song “The Halls of Montezuma”. It was the funniest thing to travel halfway around the world to listen to this song played by a youth band at a Puno, Peru festival.

We chatted a bit with a tourist from Australia and found that he had just returned from a Lake Titicaca trip and enjoyed it very much. We are going on a two day/one night trip to Lake Titicaca so we asked about the accommodations and his comment was that it depends on what you are used to. He backpacks a lot so they were not bad. What a fun conversation.

Things were starting to break up so we headed over to Jr Lima Street, a pedestrian-only main drag full of souvenir shops and restaurants. First we stopped at the IPeru tourist office and talk to nice gal about the status of Machu Picchu. She said it was supposed to open March 29th. Margee and I look at each other as the wheels are spinning. We don’t leave for home until March 31st. She gave us a bus/train schedule so we could make our plans. At dinner we discuss whether we can change our itinerary and see Machu Picchu. We think we will continue our regular itinerary except on our flight from Puerto Maldonado to Lima; we will get off at Cusco. We will then take the bus/train combo to Machu Picchu for one day, then take the plane from Cusco to Lima and continue on home. We will have to change our Lan Peru and Delta flights, get bus/train tickets to Machu Picchu and add two days to our trip. We really need to think about this. Margee absolutely has to be home by Sunday April 4th as she has to be in her classroom on the 5th. My schedule is more flexible so I don’t have a problem.

We had dinner at the Tulipan Restaurant, I had spinach lasagna and Margee had something with a sauce on it, I don’t know if it was chicken, beef or what. Not sure she knew either but she enjoyed it.

We went back to our room to pack up smaller bags for our trip to Lake Titicaca. The Mosoq Inn let us keep our backpacks in our room while we were gone overnight and we didn’t have to pay for the night. It was very convenient.

BabsB

March 18, 2010 Lake Titicaca overnight home stay

We are going on our two day/one night All Ways Travel Cultural Exchange tour to Uros, Amantani and Taquile Islands. We ate a big breakfast not knowing when we would get our next meal except for the snacks in our packs. Two representatives from All Ways met us in the hotel lobby; one was our guide and the other the “Money Man’ as he took our payment. The tour cost $45.00 US dollars each and we paid the local family an additional 25 sols each. Money Man led us to the bus which already had quite a few travelers on it. We stopped and picked up more people then they drove us over to the port. We had five minutes to buy fruit for the family we would be staying with. We bought a bag of apples, a bag of oranges, rice and a 12 pack of pencils in case the family had children. The guides then hustled us down to the boat. We had to walk across one boat to reach our boat. We settled down inside and listened to a musician. He finished his song, opened up his instrument case and practically ran down the aisle as people tossed change into it. The boat was moving and he had to get off!

The Captain did not make anyone put on a life vest. There were dozens of them lined up in the rafters of the ceiling but we did not have to wear them. We are sailing along when all of a sudden one of the guides yells at another guide and they start pulling life vests down from the ceiling and tossing them out the cabin door to the folks sitting outside. They told the outside tourists to put them on. I wanted to know if we were sinking! It didn’t look like it and the guides were not worried about the people sitting inside but those outside better have their vests on. The mystery was solved in less than ten minutes when we pulled up along side a Peruvian Coast Guard boat. The Captain handed his paperwork over to one the serious navy sailor’s and I caught a glimpse of the folder he was using. It was a child’s folder with a cartoon of Cookie Monster on it. I could hardly stop snickering it was so funny. The Coast Guard boarded our boat, instructed everyone to put on life vests and walked through taking a video of all of us. Evidently everything else was OK because they allowed us to continue on to Uros.

We arrived at Uros, got off the boat and our guide, Eber, stepped up to take us on our tour. It was at this point that Margee and I realized that out of the 30 tourists, she and I were the only ones who had our own private guide. Everyone else shared a guide. I kind of remembered signing up for this because it did not cost that much more. At this point it did not matter to us; later in the trip I would appreciate having our own guide very much. Eber lead us across the slightly squishy, moist reed island and invited us to sit down on a rolled up reed bench. Everything we could see except a bowl with fish in it was made out of reeds. He explained that these small fish are the mainstay of the Uros people’s diet. They catch them with nets and eat them in stew. The fish have a lot of phosphorus in them so they stew them to make them edible. Eber introduced us to a local Uros gentleman who proceeded to tell us all about Lake Titicaca, the history of the floating islands and how the people survive. He went on to explain how they make the islands and a young man in native clothing illustrated the cutting of the reed roots to make an island base and how they use rope and stakes to hold it in one place. Then they pile green reeds on top, lots of green reeds. When they have enough they build their reed houses. When the islands start to sink they can either add more reeds, or make a new island. Each island has one family living on it and there are many, many islands. The Church of Latter Day Saints has a floating school that the children attend. We peeked into one of the houses and all that was in it was a bed about the size of a double bed, some clothes hanging off the wall and a couple of huge rolls of reed walls prepared for the next house. The young man who showed us how the islands were made shared this house with his brother. The bed was on a frame way up off the floor so that the moisture would not soak it. When we looked up at the ceiling we could see sky. Evidently there is plastic to keep the rain out.

The Uros people used to live on reed boats until the 1970’s. Then they started to make the floating island. Eber told us that many of the young folk are moving away and it won’t be too many years until the Uros Islands will be just a tourist attraction with no one actually living there.

We had a few minutes to wander around and do a little shopping. Both Margee and I bought a reed boat. I climbed up to the top of a wobbly tower and had a terrific view of the islands. Another tourist asked me to take his picture but I would have to guess at the view because he broke the camera. It still took pictures but the screen was gone. I am sure he will have some crazy pictures when he gets a chance to look at them.

We had an option of taking a ride in a reed boat to the next island or going on the regular boat. Of course we rode in the reed boat. Two local guys rowed this huge reed boat to the next island, it was not fast, but it was steady. As we moved away from the island, the ladies lined up and sang Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star as a farewell song. It was quite a moment! A man came around to collect payment from us. Margee and I had the correct change but a young couple sitting next to us did not. The money collector indicated that we should pay for them. We tried to explain that we were not together, in fact we didn’t know each other. In the end, we fronted the money for them and they promised to pay us back later.

The next island was just a shopping opportunity though they did have a big reed serpent that we took pictures of. We boarded our regular boat and set off on a 3 hour ride to Amantani where we were going to spend the night with a local family. I think we both relaxed and napped a bit.

Upon arrival at Amantani, we got off the boat and walked down the pier where we were greeting by many local women all dressed in beautiful clothing. They wore embroidered white blouses, colorful skirts with many pleats, black shawls with colorful embroidery at the ends, knee socks and sandals. They pulled the shawls up over their heads so it covered most of their hair. The main guide called our names out first and said we were to go with Annalisa. We start up the rocky road to heaven, following Annalisa who is obviously not going as fast as she would normally go. I personally found the walk to be strenuous and I had to stop for “Kodak moments” frequently so I could catch my breath. It was steep and rocky in some areas but extremely picturesque. We saw cows, sheep, donkeys, chickens, dogs, children and many small gardens. There were people walking everywhere and carrying heavy burdens that had to weight more than they did.

We finally arrived at Annalisa’s house. It was a two story hacienda style house with a court yard in the middle. The floor in the courtyard had been covered with a beautiful stone mosaic. Eber was still with us and he said we had our choice of two rooms, one had two beds and the other had three. We picked the room with two beds because it was roomier. The whole set up was very rustic. The beds sagged a bit but did have clean sheets and were pilled with many blankets. There was one light bulb hanging from a wire in the middle of the ceiling. We had one table and two wobbly chairs. There were four windows, none of which had a matching curtains. We had to duck to go in and out of the door and there was no way to lock it. There was a beautiful bathroom with tiled shower, toilet and sink. The only problem was there was no running water. We flushed the toiled by pouring in a pan full of water taken out of a nearby water bucket.

They gave us 20 minutes to relax then we were to come downstairs to lunch. We went down stairs very carefully. The railings were not very solid and the last thing we wanted to do was to get hurt. The kitchen was very dark and it took a minute for our eyes to adjust. We were standing on a dirt floor with a table and a bench and two chairs on the right of the room, a shelf with a few kitchen implements in front of us and a pile of wood and wood fire to the left. There was also a propane stove but I think Annalisa cooked most of our food on the open fire. There was no refrigeration and no running water. Again, there was one light bulb hanging from the ceiling. She indicated that we were to sit down at the table and she served us delicious Quinoa soup. The next course was fried cheese with rice and a vegetable, which was also quite good. It was so much food that I could not eat all of it and I felt really guilty about that.

After our meal, Eber said it was time to go on our optional walk. From now on when a guide says “optional” we need to ask more questions as to why it is optional. Forever in my mind, optional will now mean “difficult as hell”. Lake Titicaca is at 12,507 feet in elevation so the air is thin and breathing is hard just standing still. The island has two hills, the taller is called Pachatata or Father Earth, the smaller is Pachamama or Mother Earth. I think our goal was Pachatata. We start up a very well maintained path and we go up, and up and up. My breathing gets ragged so I lag behind Margee and Eber but I keep telling myself I can do it. Margee does not seem to be having any problems and Eber is in his element.

We walk past a local man and his horse. I petted the horse then kept on hiking. Only on the way down did Eber explain that I could have paid the man and he would have let me ride the horse to the top. I wish I had known that!

I keep asking how far are we going and Eber responds “to the top”. I point out the top of a hill and ask “over there?” Eber says no and points to a higher hill. Well, I wanted to sit down and cry but I knew it would be darn near impossible to stand back up if I did so I kept putting one foot in front of the other, five steps then rest, five steps then rest, it went on for over two hours. Jiminy Cricket, you would think we were climbing Mount Everest. I think it was the hardest thing I have ever done in life not including child birth! As we got closer to the top, I started to feel better because I knew I would make it. Margee is practically skipping along at this point. We get the top finally and Eber says we have to walk around the temple going counter clockwise and make a wish. Margee does this first then finds me and asks if I have done it yet. Nope, still trying to get my breath! I make the walk and wish that I can make it back down in one piece. The temple at the top was a disappointment. It was walled and fenced off and what you could see was terribly overgrown. There were many vendors at the top so we did a little shopping. They had very cute dolls and stuffed llamas. Eber told us it’s time to head down and thankfully the walk is easier. It definitely was easier to breath. Down, down, down we go. We get back to our home away from home and congratulate ourselves on our hiking accomplishment. We are both happy that we had our own guide for this optional tour. He didn’t seem to mind waiting on us while we struggled up Mount Everest.

We had a little time to rest before dinner so we both took advantage and lay down for 20 minutes. Dinner started out with soup again, it had quinoa in it but was different than what we had for lunch. It was very tasty. Then she served us rice, and a stir fried vegetable dish of potatoes, green beans, and carrots. There were also bread and butter but no protein.

We learned a bit more about Annalisa and her family. She is the daughter-in-law of the household. Her husband was in Cusco for business. They live in her father-in-laws house with her brother-in-law and her little boy. The father-in-law joined us for dinner. He sat on a tree stump in the corner of the kitchen. The brother-in-law also came in and sat on one of the two chairs. Annalisa served Margee, Eber and I the soup and then a b second course. She only served her family the soup. Now I really feel guilty, like we are taking food out of their mouths. Then after they all eat a couple bowls of soup, she served them rice and vegetables and I felt better.

Next it was time to go to the festival. Annalisa brought a pile of clothing to our room and she dressed Margee and me in local outfits. We put on the multi-pleated skirt with white embroidered blouse and she cinched us tightly with one of the beautiful handmade woven belts. It was so tight I could hardly breathe. Then she gave us a lovely black head scarf. The only problem with the dress up was that we were obviously not the first people to wear these clothes. They had a definite body odor smell to them. All we could do was deny, deny, deny.

We grabbed our head lamps and Annalisa led us to the community center in the dark. We were among the first to arrive so we got to enjoy watching all the other tourists show up in their finery. A local band played music and we were able to enjoy some local beer. Annalisa and her lady friends convinced us to join them out on the dance floor. We held hands and danced in a big circle. When the music stopped, you took a few chugs of your beer. Music and dancing then chug a lug. Music and dancing then chug a lug. We had loaned an Australian guy and his French wife some change to pay for the Uros reed boat ride and they reimbursed us by buying beer. We chatted a bit, finished up our beer and left fairly early but I bet some of the younger set had quite a wild evening of dancing and drinking! Back to our room we settled in for the night.

BabsB

March 19, 2010 Taquile Island

We had a pretty long night at our Amantani family’s house. The beds were not all that comfortable and we both tossed and turned. It is amazing how much we take for granted. Getting dressed and ready for the day is hard without any running water. We had some bottled water which we used to brush our teeth and rest we had to save for the remainder of the day. We packed up our bags and went downstairs for breakfast. Annalisa was cooking over the wood fire again and there was so much smoke in the kitchen I almost had to excuse myself because I could hardly breathe. She made corncakes served with strawberry preserve and it was great. We also had cheese, bread, and butter.

Part way through the meal, Eber showed up all out of breath. He had gotten up before the crack of dawn, run up the mountain (the one it took us hours to climb), visited with his parents, and ran back down the mountain in time to join us for breakfast. Absolutely unbelievable.

While we finished up, another guide came in to tell us that one of the other tourists was very sick and they were taking her back to the mainland immediately. She was suffering from very bad diarrhea and did we have any medication to spare. Margee gave the guide some lomotil. Hopefully it helped.

We finished up our breakfast and took pictures of Annalisa and her little boy then we started down the hill. We were the first to arrive so we sat down on a wall to wait. Annalisa had her son in her lap and it was the cutest pose so I tried to take a picture of them. Annalisa was fine with it but her son squirmed down so all you could see were his eyes peeked out from behind her scarf.

The boat ride to Taquile Island took about two hours. Once again I napped; it makes the time go by so much faster. I think Margee listened to her iPod. Eber told us that there would be a little hike and then the trail would stay fairly level around the island. So huffing and puffing we hiked up the trail standing aside when the local sheep herders brought their flocks by. The sheep were tied one front leg to one back leg. It slowed them down a lot and I am sure made them much more manageable.

We made our way to the main plaza and checked out the hand made textiles for sale inside a cooperative shop. Each piece had a price and the name of the craft person who made it. We looked at a lot of pieces but did not buy anything.

Lunch was at a little restaurant where we sat outside on the patio. I had fresh trout and it was good. Margee enjoyed an omelet. We shared a table with three young men from Israel. It was very interesting talking to them about their required military service and future schooling plans. All three were on extended trips after finishing their service and before entering college.

Back on the trail, we walked around more of the island then had a challenging climb down the hill on the craziest stone staircase I have ever seen. There was no rhyme or reason to the stairs and I thought they were treacherous. On top of being dangerous, there were tons of people going up and down as that was the access point to the pier. We did make it down in one piece and safely boarded the boat for our last boat ride back to Puno.

Upon arrival in Puno, we had a short walk down the pier and then down the road to the bus parking area. All along the way were vendor booths set up with many local people shopping and congregating in happy, lively groups. It must have been a holiday as there was live music, laughing, singing and people were dancing in small groups up and down the road. I wanted to go check it out but we were hustled onto the bus. A guide asked what hotel we were staying at and they kindly dropped us off right in front of it. Eber actually walked inside with us to make sure we were all set. Talk about excellent door to door service.

The hotel’s hot running water, flushable toilets and a smoke free environment was heaven sent. Our bags were still in our room just as we left them. We cleaned up and did some sink laundry.

Margee had a little shopping list of things she needed like tooth paste, tissue and hair spray so we decided to walk to the plaza. We visited a Pharmacia and a perfumeria and finally had everything except the hairspray. She wanted hairspray that comes in a pump dispenser so she could refill her 3 oz bottle. All the stores had huge 24 oz aerosol spray Aqua Net. No way did she want to add 24 oz of hair spray to her back pack. Finally a store clerk suggested we look for it at a beauty salon. She gave us directions to go down this street, turn right and there are several lined up. We followed her directions and found a beauty parlor with several women in it. Margee explained what she was looking for and unfortunately they did not have it. The ladies were so nice that a couple of them walked down the street with us to a beauty supply store. Bonanza! This store had what she was looking for. It took a little perseverance but she had her hair spray.

BabsB

March 20, 2010 Inka Express to Cusco

We paid our bill of 100.00 sols for two nights at Mosoq Inn and said goodbye to the nice people who worked there. They called a taxi for us and he promptly arrived and took us to the bus station. It was a quick 5 minute ride. We checked in at the Inka Express counter and were directed to the window to pay our departure tax. As we walked over to the window, Margee physically ran into the nice Australian man we had met on the Uros reed boat ride. He and his wife were waiting for a bus to go to Copacabana, Bolivia. We chatted a little while then wished them a happy and safe trip.

Inka Express is a tourist bus that travels between Puno and Cusco. We left Puno at 7:30 am and arrived in Cusco about 5:00 pm. It was a long day but the nice thing about the trip is that we stopped four times to visit attractions and have lunch before we arrived in Cusco. The road was in pretty bad shape between Puno and Pukara. We were worried that it might be a very long day if it did not improve but it did.

Our first stop was at the small town of Pukara which is famous for its “Toritos de Pukara” (Little Bulls of Pukara). We visited the "Museo Litico de Pukara" (Pukara Stone Museum), displaying a good little selection of anthropomorphic monoliths, zoomorphic sculptures, ceramics, and other objects from the Pukara pre-Inca Culture (original and replica pieces). Can you tell I cut and pasted that bit! In order to use the restroom you had to buy a ticket of .50 sols. The gentleman actually gave us a paper ticket. Then you went to the rest room and showed the attendant the ticket, but you didn’t have to give it to her. I guess you could use it more than once if you wanted to. I have paid for the using the bathroom many times but this was the first time I got a paper ticket.

We poked our heads inside the church located in the main square and a cooperative store selling handmade dolls and other items. The only thing we bought were two bulls. We decided to buy a set and we would take one each. I bargained a bit for two bulls and told the lady that I wanted two brown ones. I think they normally came in sets of one brown boy and one white girl. When I told her I wanted two brown ones she gave me such a look. I think she disapproved that I wanted two boys!
Back on the bus our tour guide said that within an hours drive we would be leaving the beautifully green scenery and will enter the antiplano which the area Cusco is in. After a short drive we stopped at La Raya which was the highest peak of today’s journey, 4335 meters or 14, 222 feet. The air was a little thin. La Raya is the line dividing the regions of Cusco and Puno in Peru. La Raya provides beautiful views of the Andes rising high above alpaca farms. The vendors at the stop were the most aggressive we have run across so far of the trip. A polite no thank you or no gracias did not make them even blink. One gal was trying to sell me a violet scarf that definitely had been sitting out in the sun too long. “Very beautiful for you lady”. All we could do was keep on walking. Margee did buy a cute stuffed vicuna. We took pictures of each other standing with a llama and I hope I can photo shop the bus out of the back ground. When I was composing the photo of Margee and her llama, she asked me in a stressed voice to hurry up, her llama was chewing his cud and looked like he was about to make a deposit on her!
Next stop was for a lunch buffet. It was a comfortable patio restaurant and they served the typical foods along with spaghetti. I have to confess, all I ate was the spaghetti. Some of the other food looked like they had been sitting there way too long. Margee asked if I was going to have any dessert. I looked at the selection and reported back that it was either runny, slimy or it jiggles. I am obviously off my food and nothing looks good. Where is a Carl’s Jr. when you need one?
There was a baby llama in the courtyard and one of the ladies on our bus got to feed it with a baby bottle. It was so hungry! We did a bit of shopping and both Margee and I bought table linens. I am excited to see mine on my table, it will be perfect.
We arrived at Raqchi, an Inca archaeological site also known as the Temple of Wiracocha. The most outstanding structure is an enormous rectangular two-story roofed building that measures 302 feet by 84 feet. The roof is now gone but our guide showing us an artist rendition of what they think it looked like. Areas of the site have been reconstructed while others have been left to deteriorate from the elements. I enjoyed watching several small children lead their leashed sheep through the ruins and over to a stretch of the Inca trail that went by. We got to walk on the Inca trail a little ways over to some round granaries and we saw a water fountain where water was diverted to different troughs. At one point it started to lightly rain and I covered my camera with my hat but it did not rain long.
Our last stop of the day was at Andahuaylillas and a visit to its picturesque colonial church. It is a beautiful church sometimes called the Sistine Chapel of the Andes because of the extent and quality of its frescoes. Almost as impressive is the quantity of precious metals used on the altar and elsewhere.
We arrive in Cusco and the bus pulls over to the side of the road. It does not look like a bus stop. Everyone is getting off the bus and most folks are being met by friendly sign holders or are grabbing taxis. Pretty soon Margee and I are the only ones left. The bus driver asks if we are being met by anyone and we tell him that we have a guide, David Choque, who is supposed to pick us up. The bus driver waits with us for awhile longer than asked if we know what hotel we are staying at. We told him yes so he encouraged us to take a taxi. I understand he did not want to leave us standing on the side of the road and I think he wanted or needed to get going. We finally gave up and are about to get into a taxi when David rushes up. Evidently there was some construciton work going on at the regular bus station and he got caught up in it. That’s why we stopped on the side of the road instead of at the station. I guess David got the memo late. He drives a nice Hyundai van and I thought it would be comfortable for the next six days.
David takes us to Nino’s Hotel (www.ninoshotel.com) and carried our packs inside. We get checked in and I got the impression that he was in a rush. Margee thought he was just stressed out from being late picking us up. Either way, he told us that Fidel would be meeting us in the morning to take us on our tour of Pisac, the Pisac market and Urumbama. I thought this was strange as I had requested his services 6 months prior and he gave us no indication that he would not be our guide. But, if I have learned anything over my years of travel, it’s to roll with the punches. Before he left, I asked if he had any information about when Machu Picchu would open and if he could get tickets for us. He was sure it was opening on March 31st and assured us he could get tickets.
The hotel is very nice and our room is lovely and very large. It had one double bed and one twin bed. We flipped a coin and Margee got the double which was fine. The floor creaked no matter where you walk. I don’t think there was anyone staying in the room below us; in fact I don’t think they were very busy. We only saw a few other folks the entire time we stayed there.
We headed to the Plaza de Armas and had pizza for dinner. The restaurant was right on the Plaza but I didn’t write down the name. It was tasty and we enjoyed ourselves. We decided to contact Lan Peru and Delta airlines to change our plane ticket departure days by a two days so we could go to Machu Pichu. The internet café was right next door to our hotel so it was convenient. We decided to contact Lan Peru first and Delta second. This decision would prove to be a mistake. Margee has a Skype account so she got online and contacted Lan Peru. It took about an hour but she managed to change our plane tickets. We originally were flying from Puerto Maldonado to Lima with a layover in Cusco. Then we would take the Delta flight back to the states. She changed our Lan Peru ticket so that we went from Puerto Maldonado to Cusco. We would stay in Cusco two days. Then fly from Cusco to Lima. Those two days would give us time to make a quick trip to Machu Picchu.
Then she got on line with Delta and our plans started to go down the drain. Delta wanted an exorbitant amount of money to change our reservations. Hours later, she got off the phone with Delta as we decided to try to find an alternative flight home. It was so frustrating! We discussed various options and tried to find cheaper flights home but were not successful. Margee has to be back home in time to start class on April 4th. My schedule is flexible but hers is not. In the end, we decided it was not going to work. Now we have to change our Lan Peru tickets back to what they were originally. Too bad, we didn’t call Delta first. Tomorrow is another day.

BabsB

March 21, 2010 Pisac and our day with Fidel and Tiger (Alberto)

We were in the internet café talking to Delta and Lan Peru again this morning and in walk David and Fidel. David is standing with a bright window behind him and all I can see is a shadow person. I must have had a dumb look on my face because David says don’t you recognize me? I think, well I would if you weren’t just a shadow person. I say, Hi David. He introduces us to Fidel and our driver Alberto, also known as Tiger. Fidel is a nice 28 year old man who does not drive. Thus we have the very nice driver named Tiger who does not speak English. One speaks, one drives. We think it will work out OK.

We tell David about our Delta Airlines and Lan Peru trauma and that we have decided there is no way we are going to be able to go to Machu Picchu. We need to fix our Lan Peru tickets but are hoping we can do it without trekking to their office. We will find an internet in Ollantaytambo and contact Lan Peru tonight.

Off we go with Fidel and Tiger to Pisac and the Pisac Sunday Market. We went to the ruins first and purchased our Boleto Turistico del Cusco for 130.00 sols. We left Tiger to guard the car in the parking lot and we walked through the gauntlet of vendors. I saw a very interesting chess set that I thought my son would like. The two armies were the Spanish “Bad guys” and the Inca “Good guys”. We both had to buy one for our boys but would do it later. Margee was hand carrying her water bottle when an entrepreneur came up with a water bottle holder with a strap. She immediately bought it and was very happy with her purchase.

Pisac is the largest fortress complex built by the Incas. Fidel wanted to know if we want to go on a “BIG” walk. Margee and I look at each other and say no, we want to go on a “little” walk. We look UP at the Pisac ruins and decide that we can climb that but nothing higher. I don’t know where Fidel wanted to take us if he thought the top of the Pisac ruins was a “little” walk. I guess it is all a point of view. They say trudging along steep mountain paths is how the locals get around. Personally, I want a taxi.

Fidel is very entertaining and quite charming. He waited patiently for us while we huffed and puffed our way up the ruin. We get to the top of the grand temple and it consisted of a room with a thatch roof and a huge rock in the middle of the floor. I guess they couldn’t get rid of the rock! He pointed out the tomb holes in the cliff as we hiked back down. The views were beautiful, the ruins interesting, and the walk was pleasant. All in all in a good visit to Pisac.

One side note, there was a group of Spanish tourists on the site with us. They had a lady with them who had a blood pressure cuff and bottle of oxygen. She was checking the blood pressure of each of her tourists and supplying oxygen if needed. I wanted to get in line for a quick inhale myself.

It sprinkled a little bit on and off so we were adding clothes, taking off clothes and covering cameras. On of the few days we could have used our rain jackets and we did not bring them. We did enjoy watching a large tour group come walking up in their rainbow of ponchos. They added quite a bit of color to our day. Margee and I were talking about the rainbow of colors and Fidel couldn’t figure out where the rainbow was, he laughed when we explained it to him as he was looking for a real rainbow.

We asked if he had just taken us on the “Big” walk without telling us and he replied no. We decided to have some fun with him and told him that he should tell the middle aged ladies “yes that was the Big walk”. It also wouldn’t hurt if he told us we were “amazing” but he had to say it with sincerity. Well, these ladies were “amazing” for the rest of the day. LOL

Tiger was ready and waiting for us. He led us to the car and off we went for lunch. We stopped at a little café on the side of the road and were welcomed by the owner/waitress. Evidently she knew our intrepid duo so we received nice service. We all had the tourist menu and it was very tasty, especially the chocolate cake for dessert. Fidel got his meal for free for bringing us in and we paid for Tigers meal.

Pisac market was next. Margee decided she was going on a shopping spree and I would just slow her down. She looked at Fidel and asked him to stick with me as “ she needs your help, stay with her” and off she went. Ok, thank you Margee.

Fidel and I are wandering around and I buy a few trinkets then we reach the local market. Now I am in seventh heaven. This is what I wanted to see, not just more tourist junk. The ladies are sitting on the ground with their produce displayed around them. There must have been dozens of different types of potatoes for sale along with peppers and other vegetables. It was wonderful and I loved walking up and down the aisles.

One lady had a display of dyes for sale. The different colored dyes were in individual tin containers, most of which had lids on them. One dark, dark green dye was open and Fidel showed me how I should put just the tip of my index finger into it. I did as he showed me and then we rubbed our fingers together. The dye turned into a beautiful bright pink color that keep growing and growing and growing. Pretty soon we are both laughing our heads off as the bright pink color is all over our hands. We try to wipe it off with Kleenex. Then we try washing it off with water. Finally Fidel pulls a bottle of hand sanitizer out of his back pack and we use that but we still can’t get the pink stuff off. It was amazing how a little green powder could turn into a huge pink mess. Thank you for the very fun experience Fidel! (The next day, we both had pink remnants that we couldn’t scrub off!)

Fidel had another treat in store for me. We had fresh baked bread with ham and cheese that came out of a huge wood burning oven. I bought one for each of us and it was delicious.

As we wandered around we found several vendors selling school supplies. I made a mental note of where they were located so I could bring Margee back after she was done shopping. I admired the ladies at the meat stalls, patiently waiving the flies away from their wares. I tasted fried corn and even some beans. Fidel and the sales lady laughed at me because I ate the bean, shell and all. Well, they didn’t tell me it had to be shelled first!

We found Margee who had successfully put a dent in her shopping list. I told her about the school supplies so we went back to buy some. We are going on a school visit later in the week and wanted to bring supplies with us. The school supplies people struck bonanza with us. We purchased almost everything they had. We bought tablets, pens, pencils, crayons, glue, colored pencils, rulers, etc. etc. It was a huge box of stuff and even though they did not negotiate very much, it was a heck of a deal. We walked away happy and I am sure they went home very happy.

There were some children who followed Margee around the entire time she was shopping. They wanted her to buy whistles from them. Margee didn’t really want whistles but they would not leave her alone. We wondered later if she had spent the few sols they were asking if they would have gone away.

Fidel took us to Ollantaytambo and we checked into KB Tambo and met the owner KB. (We never saw him again during our stay.) The room was nice and the restaurant looked inviting. We had to work on our plane ticket problem so we spent the rest of the evening across the street at the Internet café. It turned out that Lan Peru would change our tickets over the phone if we owned them money. If they owed us money we had to go to their office in Cusco.

The café was dimly lit, a little girl sat and stared at us most of the time we were there and then the electricity went out. It was a scene right out of a scary movie. Even more funny was trying the cross the muddy street in the dark, in the rain and deciding we had to wait for a car to come so we could cross quickly in the headlights. Talk about living dangerously! LOL

After Margee arm wrestled with Lan Peru to no avail we struck up a conversation with a gal and her two young boys from Seattle. We had a bit to eat with them at KB Tambo’s restaurant. Margee gave the boys her tablet and pen to entertain themselves with and they used up a third of the paper, but they were fairly quiet. We had delicious rice pudding for dinner and that was the end of another day in Peru.