. We had read a few reports that it was very eccentric so were slightly worried what we had let ourselves in for, but it turned out to be a lovely hostel with fab owner, and we could not have been happier. Not feeling great, we went for simple food at an over rated price (our fault for not getting off the main square). We did get to watch intrigued as a man order the 'Cuy al Horno' (roasted guinea pig); he had it served whole so he could take a picture, and then when asked if he was bothered about having the head, they proceded to chop it off, ohhhh - its the traditional dish here so we do have to try it but for me it will have to be in a stew or something... certainly not like that!!!!! (Ben: and me - my Mum will never forgive me!).
Sunday in Cuzco... dying for a fry up we headed to 'Jacks Cafe', which was recommended to us and where we stuffed ourselves on a full fry up. Fully contented we walked around the beautiful main square where there was some big procession going on. The grand prix was on at 11am, so we headed to a bar on the square with a balcony - that way I could watch the procession and Ben could watch his sport... although I ended up watching most of the grand prix too as it was quite exciting, esp the first lap or two! We found out the procession was a yearly workers procession... Meanwhile in another square there was some religious ceremony going on outside, it really is all go in Cusco
! Soon enough we were hungry again for some lunch, and continuing with the British theme we headed to another recommended restaurant, the Real Mccoy, where we both had a roast lunch with all the trimmings (including a full pot of caulifour cheese), this was turning into the greatest day of our lives!
That evening we had our meeting about the trek which we would be starting on Monday, where we would end in Machu Picchu....it was all a little confusing as we seemed to be the only people doing the 'Lares Trek', a less touristic and more culutural alternative to the Inca Trail. Anyway (as always on tours) we ended up paying for more by renting everything possible, sleeping bags, mats and even walking poles, anything to help up survive what was to be very cold nights and climbs to high altitudes...
So we set off from Puno on a tour bus called 'First Class' to Cusco, slightly different to our normal bus journeys as it involved stops at 6 different sights en route. After (another) early start, we first stopped off at a small museum where our guide explained a bit more of the history of Peru. Stop 2 was the highest point between Puno and Cusco and the line dividing the Cusco Valley to the Puno Valley, basically a huge tourist spot where we met every other tourist bus and there were locals posing with llamas and many stalls! The next break was for lunch in a town about half way along the route where we had a buffet. Unfortunately, this was where it all went a bit downhill as lunch was not enjoyable with wasps swarming everywhere and the food not partiucaliry tasty - straight after I had very bad tummy pains, terror as we still had 5 hrs on the bus to go... A couple more stops followed, at a lovely big church and an inca site, but to be fair we had lost interest and in need of just getting to Cusco! We finally arrived around 5pm and headed straight to our hostel, Royal Frankenstein, a quirky German-run hostel