Local celebrations and back to the life in Cusco. Peruvian chronicles. Day 13.

This was the day we had to hit the road back to Cusco, with an included stop in Paucartambo to see the typical celebrations that were taking place. They are patriotic, folkloric celebrations, but if you ask me, I'd say it's like a carnival. We were told that the day after that, locals would start drinking chicha AF, so we make an appearance in the right time. Each dance has its typical costume and a mask. I tell you, if I thought the masks were creepy a couple of days before in the museum, today, together and in action, I thought they were even more creepy. The dancers were grouped according to the characters that were representing and dancing aroung the town square, so after that, they paraded around town crossing the beautiful bridge I showed you before. Having the chance to see these celebrations, taking into account that it wasn't panned because I didn't know about them, makes me believe that there are some traveller gods that must love me. Years after that, I think I can keep saying that.

Paucartambo is partying, and I love it.

I think that the thing that creeps me out about these masks are those stiff eyes. The costumes, on the other hand, are so beautiful, specially if you look at them closely.

Early in the night we got to Cusco and the odyssey of moving of hostel was waiting for me. I thought it woud be less traumatic. I was so so wrong. The thing was that my previous "house" was way nicer, I won't lie, but the hosts in the new one are quite funny and it costs so much less (an important item for my second week of trip economy). However, I started with the wrong foot. When I got there, my room wasn't ready, so I was accomodated in another private room that didn't have its own bathroom. Supposedly, the good thing was that I had a bathroom in front of my door. Bulls*!t! At 6 am, other people started getting up and going to that bathroom, did I want to sleep? I could forget all about it. The other inconvenient was that it is common in some areas of Cusco, that they run out of water at specific times of day. Did I want to take a proper shower after four days of humidity and a whole day on the road? Also, don't count on it. May all these unfortunate events be a product of me being on the 13th day of my trip?

With all that on my table, I tried to recover my good mood and went out to the Main Square to meet my nordic / rainforest friends for dinner. After so many days in Cusco, I still hadn't walked the street known as "Gringoway" where we were handed so so so many flyers from restaurants and nightclubs. We had our minds made up and were going to a place someone had recommended to Sara. Sadly I can't remember its name because it was worthy of recommendation. It had two things that I loved. Number one, the wifi password, it was "poridiota" (it means somenthing like "for being and idiot"). I had to explain this to my viking friends because I started laughing and couldnt stop when I saw that password. Probably the pisco sour and my exhaustion helped too. And number two. Potato fried skins! Best invention ever (even though I know I already said this about the egg sandwich). On our way back, we were given more flyers from nightclubs, but no thank you, we are soooo tired!

*You can read the original version of this post in Spanish here.