We trudged inside, dropped our gear and grabbed a seat. To give you an idea of how little goes on here, these guys still had their Christmas and New Year decorations up. The main room consisted of about 4 sets of tables and chairs, a counter infront of shelves stacked with essentials (namely Inca Kola), and a TV in the corner blaring out the cheesy Peruvian equivalent of Neighbours.
The place was run by a dumpy old lady with gold teeth and highland gear, and her two daughters, who found our presence exciting and the fact that our Spanish was bad hilarious. We asked for food, and today they were serving soup, and Estafado or Pollo, so I played it safe and went with chicken (pollo), not before grabbing a coke to get some sugar in me.
|Decent views all round|
Once all the commotion had stopped I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, and all of a sudden it was 5am and the truckers we're all rolling out of bed to get back to work.
A few hours later I sorted my stuff out, put on my least filthy clothes, and we descended to get some breakfast. Breakfast wasn't your average bowl of cornflakes jobby, it was another chicken leg covered in a green sauce this time, with an accompanying mound of rice. This time we both struggled, and the coffee that tasted like ale did not help it go down, so I apologised to the woman and explained that I was full and had altitude sickness which she laughed off.
|Happy New Year indeed|
My bum was getting numb so I moved outside to sit with Jamie. After a couple of minutes my ears pricked up and we both looked at eachother. "Is that....Sting?"
It must have been the eldest daughter's day off, because from the building next door came a playlist from Now 58, with the likes of "Girls just wanna have fun", a bit of David Bowie, and more great disco classics. It was a very strange experience to be sat in a place where nobody goes, where electricity is cherished, to hear a compilation of power ballads in a language that no one here could understand.
A little boy took a shine to me, and kept popping up from behind my bag and giggling. I don't know what he was eating but he was getting himself in a right state, covered in blue. I poked him with the measuring stick a few times in a bid to keep him away but this just amused him more, before the woman came out and told him to leave the gringos alone and ushered him back inside. The bus rocked up, we piled on and waved farewell to the shop keeper and her family. It was another decent bus, and they even had Kung Fu movies for the hair raising journey back to Huaraz.