Fair warning - I´m a little bit drunk as I write this post. There was this whole thing with th nice waiter at the restaurant where I just ate where I couldn´t quite seem to express that I just wanted one glass of sangria, not a whole litre. But, um, a litre I got, and what sort of backpacker would I be if I let alcohol go to waste?
Things I Have Loved
The Miracle Healing Powers of the Hot Springs - I spent less than three hours lounging around what I suspect was less a natural hot spring and more an inground pool with really effective heating, and that ugly looking thing on my foot caused by the City 2 Surf has completely disappeared!
Those of you who didn´t see of hear about the ugly looking thing on my foot can completely ignore the proceeding paragraph.
Train Trip! - I have a leftover weakness for trains after my intern stint at Railway Digest. Shut up, it could be worst ¡ I could have a leftover weakness leftover from my intern stint at Violent Bondage Digest, for instance. No judgement on those of you into violent bondage, of course.
Anyhoo, as part of the most dramatic overland crossing ever (Bus from Pucon to Santiago, plane from Santiago to Arica, train from Arica to Tacna, bus from Tacna to Arequipa, bus from Arequipa to Cuzco), I got to catch a train across the Chile¡Peru border. And it was awesome. Firstly, it cost $2. Secondly, it wasn´t so much a train as a single carriage tram. There´s one line of tracks that runs through the desert landscape between the two countries, and this is the only vehicle allowed to run on it. Just too cool (yes, inside of me there´s a trainspotter just screaming to get out). Thirdly, everyone on the train was just so...jolly. Like something out of a Carry On movie.
The train has been rolling along at a stately, ooh, 40 kms an hour for about 45 minutes, when there´s a sudden bang and halt. Turns out the train had hit a sign post by the side of the tracks. This poses a series of questions. Namely, how does a train that travels the same track four times a day, six days a week suddenly hit a fixed signpost? Did someone move the signpost as part of an international edition of Candid Camera? Is it a secret signal from the Peruvians to the Cileans? Or vice versa?
Anyway, the signpost was moved so we could continue. For some reason, it was determined that we should take the signpost with us, so it was dragged into carriage, and positioned under a group of knitting nanas´ feet. Which makes me wonder if perhaps they moved the signpost as part of a complex attempt to gain a footrest?
Amazing, Cheap Food - Arica, in northern Chile, was a bit of a hole, to be fair. I think if I was a surfer, I´d feel differently, but, I´m, er, not a surfer, so I don´t feel differently.
I had a day there waiting for the awesome train, so went for a wander around the market. Somehow, I got roped into sitting down in a cafe in the middle of the food market. There was no menu, just a series of questions from the waitress, to which I answered ¨Si¨with as much enthusiasm as possible.
I ended up eating one of the best pieces of fish I´d ever had. And bear in mind, my pa was a fisherman, my nana an awesome cook, and my brother manages a seafood restaurant, so I´ve had GREAT fish before. Plus, it was proceeded by a gorgeous vegetable soup, and accompanied by a bread basket and vegies, salad and rice.
It cost $3.
I´m kind of turning away from my frustration at not being able to speak Spanish, and embracing the benefits of not speaking Spanish. Its the Big Brother principle - if you just sit there nodding and grinning and not saying anything vaguely interesting or controversial, then people cannot hate you. This is why stupid people always win Big Brother.
Thing I Have Not Loved
The Smell of Urine in this Internet Cafe - Seriously, even drunkeness cannot remove this stench.
Ruins and Other Archaeological Treasures - Oh, look, its something else old and in a state of disrepair! How interesting!
Not feeling much of Cuzco for this reason, but am feeling the baroque churches and religious art, and I am all about the bright and shiny, which is basically what baroque is. Shh, any art history theory majors who stumble upon this blog,
OK, that´s it until I return from my exciting trekking adventures to Maccu Pichu. For the world´s biggest collection of ruins. Oh, goody.
Now I holler back
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