Lima and Cusco

After a flight at 4 30am from Rio, we arrived in Lima only to get blocked by a couple of peruvian hookers at Lan airlines for not being black! This caused a change in plans and we now had to stay in Lima for the night. We arrived at our crusty hostel to find out that although the area was as dodgy as hell it is regarded as the Ceviche capital of the world, Callao. Ceviche is a Peruvian speciality with pieces of raw fish cooked in lime juice. That afternoon, following some damn delicous ceviche we verified the prior claim and added that it could even be the ceviche capital of the universe.

Ceviche Corvina: Lima Speciality

 Another ridiculously early morning followed and soon we were on our way to the city of Cusco. Stepping out the plane in shorts and slops we quickly learned that at 3400 meters cusco was an ice block and so swiftly hustled through our kit and changed in the arrivals hall (no scam).

Plaza des Armes in Cusco

After a week of carnival, two days of airports and early mornings we were keen to chill out and recharge the batteries for the Inca Trail! Cusco couldn't have been more fitting to do just that, we spent the days strolling around town eyeing out a spot for the next lunch of alpaca steak or guinea pig, which is a delicacy in the Andean region. The evenings were spent cooking in the hostels kitchen, much to the envy of our fellow backpackers as brother bielo had black out after black out in the kitchen.

Church in Main Square

View over the city

After a week of carnival, two days of airports and early mornings we were keen to chill out and recharge the batteries for the Inca Trail! Cusco couldn't have been more fitting to do just that, we spent the days strolling around town eyeing out a spot for the next lunch of alpaca steak or guinea pig, which is a delicacy in the Andean region. The evenings were spent cooking in the hostels kitchen, much to the envy of our fellow backpackers as brother bielo had black out after black out in the kitchen.

Roasted Cuy a.k.a. Guinea Pig, Deeelicious!

When we weren't snooping around town we spent time slothing on the hostel bean bags bags, and being the scholars we are, reading various chronicals of the Inca history. Although the five days spent cruising the cobbled streets of Cusco were very chilled it was a great way to prepare our selves for our next adventure, The Inca Trail.

Cruising the streets.

Cruising around with the same team from Rio was entertaining once again with many funny situations experienced and laughs had by all. At one stage all of us were cruising the streets in our newly acquired alpaca hoodies, gloves and beanies. We couldn't have looked more gringo-like even if we tried!

The boys in the quad at Pariwana Hostel

Monster burger at Los Perros Restaurant