The experience began on Thursday, October 22, 2009 when I flew to Lima from Santiago, with a randomly large group of people from the USAC program, but while we all flew there together, we did not stay together. The actual flight wasn’t that long, but there was a two hour time change, which never fails to throw me off. We got into Lima about 12 at night, but my little group of 6 took a connecting flight to Cuzco, that didn’t actually connect until 5 in the morning. What does this mean? We slept in the airport. I know you are jealous, so I won’t brag by going into details. What I can tell you though, is that way too many lunchin characters hang out in the airport.
We got to Cuzco on Friday morning, and after being bombarded by taxi drivers we chose a good looking fellow and got dropped off somewhere. Basically, we wanted to go to one specific hostel recommended by Lonely Planet, but it was obvi full. So we walked around, found ourselves in a plaza with all sorts of Peruvians coming up to ask us if we needed a place to stay. My friends decided on a place, and as sketchy and third world as it was, I agreed. Let’s say I had to bite my tongue on this one. But in the end, it didn’t up being as bad as I feared.
After taking a monster recovery nap, we walked around the tourist-y Cuzco and figured out our plans for the rest of the weekend. After a coffee shop break, and din din, we came across a street festival of sorts. Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell you what exactly the celebration was for, but it certainly entailed the stereotypical South American idea of crazy costumes, dancing and music.
working the streets of Cuzco :) minus Lena, who is probably taking this picture
Cuzco at night
obviously people dressed up like birds.
creepy man, there was a bunch them who did this coordinated dance. it was like a nightmare on acid.
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