PuertoLago Country Inn
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Our 31 hour bus journey turned into a 41 and a half hour bus journey - it was epic! We travelled up the west coast of Peru, north of Lima, over a 24 hour period, and crossed the border to Ecuador near Tumbes. The crossing was very straightforward - join one queue to exit Peru, and the next queue to enter Ecuador. The bus journey went surprisingly quickly and gave us time to read about our next destination. The relatively frequent stops allowed us to stretch ...
Today I had to be at the school at 7:30 am. The classes were combined with a field trip to an archeological site in the north called Cochasqui. Our teachers accompanied us on the trip and during the ride they conducted the individual lessons. The ride was harrowing as usual. We stopped in a little town along the way to buy some biscotes. Of course they were con gluten so none for me. However the hot chocolate and fresh cheese ...
... into little towns that have "specialties". On the way to Banos, we passed through one town specializing in cheese wrapped in steamed leaves and dipped in fruit sauce, another filled with shop after shop of jeans (some with zebra stripes) and, my favorite, "ice cream town", which had at least 30 ice cream shops, each with a clown trash can sitting outside the front door.
Otavalo, where we are now, is the "market ...
... We stayed for about an hour or so then decided to head home before it rained. An interesting day!
Our last day in Otavalo was spent in a museum where the complete process of shearing the sheep to weaving the garments was demonstrated by the museum owner! He spoke no English, and we spoke no Spanish, so although it seemed interesting, we are none the wiser. The rest of the day was spent cleaning up and getting ready to hit the road tomorrow.
... or a plate of rice, fried potatoes, chicken and salad. The only table available is a long one and I sit in the middle kinda like Jesus at the last supper. The hostess’s sons, I’m guessing, descend the stairs at a scary speed carrying trays with bowls of soup, at another time the chicken, and another time plastic glasses of juice. I pass up the soup and dig into the chicken with the juice to wash it down. The chicken here is excellent - it puts our chickens to ...