Arequipa

We arrived in Arequipa after a hot bus ride through more ghetto towns. Arequipa is the second largest city in Peru. It has a huge span but of course we stick to the central part of town. It´s the nicest and most accessible in term of what we need. (PS i just farted and stunk up the internet cafe...hahahaha) I don't remember the name of the hostel we´re staying in. Its a very long name with a lot of c´s and z´s. Last night was our first night in town. It was also Saturday night. we figured that it was party time. We managed to find a pool table. It was the first sign of billiards we´ve seen since being in Peru. We took it as a sign. So we spent a good part of the night pounding Arequipena´s (the local brew) and shooting some stick. Unfortunately the table wasn´t constructed by a human. Some cyborg made the table with pockets barely big enough for a ball to squeeze in. So being a millimeter off meant you weren´t sinking anything. Fortunately Arequipena was cheap and pool skills come with cervesa´s. So the game picked up. The bartender ran to the store to buy Taso nacho chips because he had one of his cravings for salt and cheese...mainly salt. So after sinking close to a case of Arequipena we decided that we needed a pizza. So we stumbled downhill to our favourite little restaurant and sat down. We ordered a large pizza and 6 more beer (it was happy hour, 3 beer for $4...and it lasts all day, everyday...happy days). One lady who was working there or maybe who owned the joint was far surpassed us in terms of inebriation. She brought us two small uncooked pizzas, we laughed. She figured it out.  Later we found a pool hall with proper tables and we were sharking it after getting used to being so exact. T´was a good night. Back at our hostel we got a noise complaint within 5 minutes of being back. Apparently playing soccer in your room doesn't go over to well with everyone else.

Futeball

Today I lost my Master card. Not too happy about that. I´m over it though. I called and canceled it. Shit.

Juliaca

Club Internacional is a huge civic center one might say. They have everything from full sized soccer pitches to bowling alleys, swimming pools and everything in between. We spent two days there playing soccer and swimming. We actually prolonged our time in Arequipa by a day so we could spend another day at the club. It was definitely the ´rich kid´hang out of Arequipa. All the kids were rocking skateboarding cloths and new cell phones. We kinda looked like gringo-hobos. Oh well, we kinda are.

On our last day in Arequipa it was Taso´s day for shitty luck. It actually started while we were at Club Internacional. He tried to pay for our entrance into the park. Unfortunately the women working up front that his s/100 bill was fake. He didn´t believe it. He tried using that bill everywhere but everyone was on top of their shit. Apparently falsify bills is big business in Peru. So he was out $35Canadian. He decided to go back to that same sneaky underhanded store where he bought his pink collared shirt that he was so jubilant to wear. He was about to walk in their in a Canadian rage and give them a piece of his mind. Before he left i reminded him that the piece of his mind he wanted to share was not linguistically compatible with them. I decided to go through my phrase book and write him a nasty little paragraph to say to them. He took it to the girl at the front desk of our hostel for her to proofread (so he wouldn't seem like a douche bag while he was getting angry) and she offered to go to the store with him and translate his piece of mind. This is the same girl who sewed Tasos shorts because they were slightly too big. What a trooper of a worker. So they stormed down there, unfortunately to no avail. He didn´t have his receipt anymore. He was stuck with the fake bill. Then Taso needed to go take money out of the ATM to compensate for his loss of funding. Unfortunately he left his bank card in the ATM after he was finished taking money out. Worst part was he didn´t realize this until 5hours later. Ironically it was the same machine I lost my Master Card in. We figure the machine is rigged somehow. We´re not sure how though. To for bed. It had been a long stressful day. He lost his bank card, got ripped off with a fake bill, and I was sick all day. To cap the evening off, Taso was going to the bathroom one last time before he went to bed. He had his Ipod tucked into his underwear so he could pee and listen to tunes. Unfortunately when he whipped it out, the Ipod fell into the toilet. What a day for Taso. He was slightly less than thrilled.

Let´s Party

PS the Ipod is okay now. It just needed time to dry.

Sweet street

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