It’s been a week since I arrived in Cusco. So far I’ve seen in the New Year with Malu, lost another camera and started my Spanish classes. I’m staying at Hospedaje Inka, a hostel where I was when I first visited the city 5 years ago. Then I had a pot to pee into at night but now have an ensuite bathroom which I suppose is progress of sorts. The same can’t be said about the McDonalds, KFC and Starbucks that have sprung up in the main square.
There is an eclectic mix of people at the hostel – a hedge fund manager who has exchanged Wall Street to study the ways of the shaman; a group of Argentinian students who prefer to discuss the “the hand of god” over the Falkland islands (las islas malvinas); and a Peruvian guy who is in the process of divorcing his English wife….ummmm.
Well it’s Friday night and time to go paint the town red or at least sup a few Cusquenia beers.
