Trip Start Oct 20, 2008
20Trip End Dec 06, 2008
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So last was the baths. The next day me and Ewa got up early and went to the Museum of Archaeology where we met Cynthia.
A lovely lady that was most interested in Polish, since some Polish students had helped the museum with restoring its pieces about three years prior. Prior to that Ewa and Wojtek were the first Polish in Cajamarca in 20 years.
They chatted in Spanish for half an hour as I looked pretty on the sidelines. Ewa got Cynthiaīs nieces email for Wojtek. A possible wife.
And then we checked out the cool skulls, and the mummy in a box. A real one. And a mummified child and monkey. And a collection of pottery and old cloths.
The place has an eeriness old museum about it, even though it only four rooms. The kind of places youīd love to spend a night in.
Later we went to the Ventanillas de Otuzco. A series of square burial chambers dug into the rock face at Otuzco, that used to hold mummies.
The place is easily reached by bus from Cajamarca and is quite a sight, even if it hasnīt this historical significance of Sipan. We walked around to site and read the English signs. Had our picture taken with some locals and got a bit wet when it started to rain.
We got the bus back to the hotel and then came the low point so far. I left my coat on the bus. Bugger!
We chased it a bit, but it was a lost cause.
So I found myself without a waterproof mac in the middle of one of the rainiest places in the Andes and in the middle of the wet season. And it would seem, a place where the donīt sell waterproof jackets.
Anyone out there who wants to make money, open a cagool shop in Cajamarca. Itīs a gold mine waiting to be tapped, Iīm telling you. Of course you will probably be fire bombed by the local umbrella sellers in the first week. But they can only afford the odd Molotov cocktail, and when theyīve run out you by up and cooking. Excuse the pun.
So we had lunch and tried the market. No jackets. We walked the streets no jackets. On the way back to the hotel we found a cake shop and after securing a sizable wedge of chocolate cake my lost jacket didnīt seen such a problem.
Thursday, I spent two hours looking for a replacement jacket, then joined the guys for breakfast.
After that Wojtek chased a hat vender down the road and bought a red Nordic beanie for 4 sol, and the seller had led us to right outside a coat shop Iīd missed and where I found a nice semi waterproof jacket, in rain cloud grey for 120 sol, with a free t'shirt thrown in. Cool.
We then had a small quarrel whether to go to Cumbe Mayo, the place that had evaded us two days ago, except this time by taxi, or this small community of craft workers that has a zoo attached to it.
We originally decide to go for the Cumbe Mayo, but after another quarrel over the taxi cost in which Wojteks hat fell into a dirty puddle, a moment that is still in contention today and that I have no further comment on, Wojtek stormed off and me and Ewa went to the community zoo thing the īPorconī.
Itīs well worth a visit. Down in a small valley, it has traditional loom weaving and carpentry and a lama farm, where the teenagers (all boys) that were on our bus went wild and chased the animal up and down the hill, throwing rocks at them.
We had our photos taken and then went to the zoo that has, of all things, an ostrich and lions and more traditional Peruvian animals, condors, Jaguars, a cage labelled Puma (no sign of life though). Bears, warthogs, and leopards ;not a traditional Peruvian animal.
As always, it started to rain, and we made our way back home.
On the bus Ewa got a lot of attention from the kids, and I gave one especially loud kid a lesson in Polish chat up lines. And the quiet kid too. I could see a poet in this one and he thumbed through Ewa Polish'Spanish dictionary, looking like he was working on a Casanova like one liner.
Iīm not sure what the outcome was though. That's between him and her.
We declined a warm offer of drinks. And later we went to New York Pizza. A must for any Cajamarca bound. Especially when you havenīt had a descent meal in three days.
Later we caught up with Wojtek, still grieving his hat, so I took him to a games station and we had a couple of games of Pro Evo, to finish the day.
Pro in Peru. Itīs the only way.
Then back to my mattress on the floor.