2,3/7/2013 Izcuchaca
In my humble abode I can now lie in bed and make a coffee at the bed side table, how good is that. Without smoke detectors having naked flame in the room is no problems.
About 0800 I wandered 50m to the markets and enjoyed Caldo de Gallina. Other people were eating Caldo de cordero, this is the same soup base but with sheep heads in it.
Maybe for lunch but I could not do this for brekky, especially when the lady ladelled around in the big pot and dredged out two dissected sheep heads.
Everyone laughed when I explained maybe for lunch.
Gallina was chosen, with chives scattered liberally across the surface, as usual a lemon was squeezed onto the surface.
A couple of ripe avocados were bought and sandwich rolls to eat back at the room, while waiting for Ceasar to arrive at 0900.
Ceasar arrived and we enjoyed some coffee together and mucked around with some Spanish. He asked me out to his property, so we grabbed a moto taxi and headed north of town.
Once at his place he showed me around and we looked at photos of his trips to the Puruano selva and Bolivia.
He had a cuy shed out the back, totally classic, a couple of stud breeders and the rest were young, they never get out of the shed. Departure from the shed was akin to leaving a retirement village
He also had a couple of old Inca artifacts in the house, a humble but very practical and comfortable house. I felt very privileged to hold one of these items, a stone hatchet.
He in formed me about other Inca ruins near here, near Ancahuasi that few people visit, his photos looked great.
He gave me some kínua seeds to drink with hot water for breakfast.
He has a French wife who is in France at the moment. We hope to spend more time together over the next week.
This kind of interaction suits me so much more than Spanish lessons, it is easy to remember things when they can be related to an experience other than sitting at a desk.
I am here in Izcuchaca and Cuzco till around the middle of July. Deirdre is flying in from Vancouver to join me again to ride south onto Lake Titicaca and into Bolivia.
She is great company and we get on exceptionally well.
There are good points and bad points about riding alone, the same goes for riding in company. Riding alone offers total freedom. Though, the ability to share experiences is not available, something sometimes very important.
Riding with someone, has a few responsibilities. Though with her company I am prepared to forgo the total freedom in return for what we know will be an adventurous, exciting, fun filled journey together.
In my humble abode I can now lie in bed and make a coffee at the bed side table, how good is that. Without smoke detectors having naked flame in the room is no problems.
About 0800 I wandered 50m to the markets and enjoyed Caldo de Gallina. Other people were eating Caldo de cordero, this is the same soup base but with sheep heads in it.
Maybe for lunch but I could not do this for brekky, especially when the lady ladelled around in the big pot and dredged out two dissected sheep heads.
Everyone laughed when I explained maybe for lunch.
Gallina was chosen, with chives scattered liberally across the surface, as usual a lemon was squeezed onto the surface.
A couple of ripe avocados were bought and sandwich rolls to eat back at the room, while waiting for Ceasar to arrive at 0900.
Ceasar arrived and we enjoyed some coffee together and mucked around with some Spanish. He asked me out to his property, so we grabbed a moto taxi and headed north of town.
Once at his place he showed me around and we looked at photos of his trips to the Puruano selva and Bolivia.
He had a cuy shed out the back, totally classic, a couple of stud breeders and the rest were young, they never get out of the shed. Departure from the shed was akin to leaving a retirement village
He also had a couple of old Inca artifacts in the house, a humble but very practical and comfortable house. I felt very privileged to hold one of these items, a stone hatchet.
He in formed me about other Inca ruins near here, near Ancahuasi that few people visit, his photos looked great.
He gave me some kínua seeds to drink with hot water for breakfast.
He has a French wife who is in France at the moment. We hope to spend more time together over the next week.
This kind of interaction suits me so much more than Spanish lessons, it is easy to remember things when they can be related to an experience other than sitting at a desk.
I am here in Izcuchaca and Cuzco till around the middle of July. Deirdre is flying in from Vancouver to join me again to ride south onto Lake Titicaca and into Bolivia.
She is great company and we get on exceptionally well.
There are good points and bad points about riding alone, the same goes for riding in company. Riding alone offers total freedom. Though, the ability to share experiences is not available, something sometimes very important.
Riding with someone, has a few responsibilities. Though with her company I am prepared to forgo the total freedom in return for what we know will be an adventurous, exciting, fun filled journey together.