Can't wait for bed time

I wrote almost a full blog entry and my computer crashed and I lost it. RGGHH. So this is a make do of what I can remember and other things from the last couple of days which I hadn’t included before (so by losing the first copy some new stuff has been gained too!). Everything has some silver lining :p

Our light shade in Munay Tika - awesome

I really loved staying at Munay Tika in Cusco. It was the kind of hostel where they felt like your make shift family. There was not too many rooms or people around and only one lady spoke fluent English and she wasn’t around much. The ‘crazy lady’, of mother of the hostel would potter around doing laundry, making breakfast, cleaning the rooms and having her familiar over for lunch. She can’t speak more than a few words of English and me a few of Spanish. Regardless we seemed to understand each other pretty well most of the time and she would rattle away in Spanish to me while I cooked. 

It was sad to leave. Crazy lady gave me a big hug and we were wished the best. And of course to recommend them to our amigos in Puno and our next few stops. They were really good though, as our bus didn’t leave until 10pm and they let us cook and hang out in the hostel until then. 

A couple more things I missed when talking about the jungle tramp. There was this stage couple in our group, a Peruvian girl and a slightly older (than the rest of the group) Scandinavian guy. I had come to the conclusion that she was a paid travelling companion for him. I flicked this idea out to the Copenhagen’s over our pre-train beers and they had been thinking the exact same thing. It is weird what some people do during their travels. They were so unengaged with the rest of the group too. Something else worth noting was the crazy Germans after the second day of the trip. We had all been out for dinner, where they had ever so kindly been filling my glass over and over with beer. They had also got the whole group a Inca Tequila shot each – not very tasty I should mention. Anyway, they stayed out and went to some Inka Disco thing (after the rest of us has decided with trekking again the following two days a night out was not the best idea). Upon returning to the hostel some dogs were barking and one of them was standing on the balcony howling at the dogs and the dogs were howling back. It was insanely funny. Especially when German #2 started telling German #1 (the howling one) to shut up. In English. 

We took Tour Peru bus from Cusco to Puno, it was an overnight trip which meant an early arrival in Puno. The reason I am mentioning this is because when we boarded they did a standard announcement and also repeated it in English. The highlight being that the toilet was “for pee pee only”. Even many of the locals on the bus laughed at this one. We had to pay a tax at the bus station too, which is something I haven’t had to do before then and just like all the buses I have taken they do a sort of security audit. We have been filmed and such for other buses, but for this one a guy came walking through the bus shoving his digital camera about 5cm from our faces. And without a word of warning.

The robbery saga still continues too. I went and scanned in my police report at the worlds smelliest internet cafe in order to email it to Southern Cross. Turns out after a lot of searching online and a touch and go Skype call, that you can’t email them and I have to post in all the details to them. Including proof I had money in my wallet. What a load of rubbish. Seems like it will be at least a couple of months before anything is sorted.

It is damn cold here in Puno. Time for bed too.

On a side note. Best and worst showers to date.

Best: Nazca – almost as good as NZ!

Worst: Huachchina – dribbing and cold. (I HATE cold showers so much. I have decided this is one of my hostel ‘must haves’ where possible)