Monday, November 11, 2013

Cuzco, Peru


Plaza De Armas in Cuzco, Peru
It's Always Sunny in Cuzco
Hanging with the gang at Paddy's Pub
The famous Incan 12 angle stone in Cuzco. We know it as the symbol of Cuzqueña Beer. Very exciting. 





Sunday, November 10, 2013

Last Lunch in Arequipa

Alex, Jacob and I returned to Arequipa from our trip to Puno, Bolivia and Chile for a couple of last days with our friends. We had an afternoon bus to catch to Cusco and plenty of time for one last amazing feast with our friends. We had been meaning to try the famous LA Palomino restaurant that was a mere two blocks from our apartment in Yanahuara but we had been waiting for the right special occasion. It's one of the more expensive restaurants in the city and known for its typical Southern Peruvian cuisine.

We went with our good friends Sam and Julitza, and were met by Connie and Thijs. While we were crossing things off our Arequipa list last minute, Jacob and I decided to try two of the most famous Arequipan dishes, Chupe De Camarones (Shrimp Soup) and Cuy (Guinea Pig).

Photo credit to Jacob on all this.



Julitza and her big gulp of chicha


The shrimp soup is seasonal as it's only legal to fish for shrimp at certain times of the year to prevent over fishing. This means, when it's shrimp season, they are massive. The soup was enough to fill both of us but we saved some room for the Cuy. 

Chupe de Camarones
The Cuy came fried whole on a plate. The look of this was far from appetizing. It's not often you eat a rodent after looking it in the face. We took turns taking our first bites for photo ops. I really can't tell you how gross this experience was. It turned my stomach way more than my sheep head soup experience in San Camilo. It was tough, stringy, greasy and difficult to gnaw off a good piece without feeling like a zombie. I'm glad I tried it and crossed it off the list…but never again.

Fried Cuy



Sand Boarding - San Pedro De Atacama, Chile


After our incredible tour through the Bolivian desert and a sketchy border crossing into Chile, we safely  landed in the chill little desert town of San Pedro De Atacama. This town was friendly, clean, touristy and an obvious outdoor mecca. There were delicious international restaurants and fun bars, from Sushi to Irish Pubs all lining the narrow sandy streets full of pedestrians. Tour agencies offered mountain bike and sand boarding tours and sunset tours to hot springs with wine.

The courtyard at our 3 room hostel home to and run by an equally crazy and sweet Chilean woman. Jacob and Alex relax with a 1.2 Liter bottle of Chilean beer as our bathing suits dry after our morning in the hot springs in Bolivia.
We immediately noticed the difference in the dollar. Our hostel here was $20 US per person, probably 4 times what it would be in Bolivia and 2.5 times what it would be in Peru. Even though it wasn't exactly in our budget to stay, we couldn't resist spending a couple nights so we could spend a day renting bikes and sand boards to explore the local dunes. We looped our boards through the straps of our backpacks and headed out into the desert on our bikes. After 15 minutes on the highway and 30-40 minutes through sandy, rocky terrain. We found our way to the dunes (and views) we were searching for. We took the main road by the plaza away from the town and towards the dunes and you'll run straight onto a dirt path where the road takes a drastic left turn. Go straight.