Fancy Mr Fish?
Trip Start Apr 23, 2012
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Known as ´The city within the City´, the Santa Catalina Monastery was beautiful, maybe not woth the 25 soles entry mind you. The walls were bright blues and reds, set off by the amazingly detailed colonial paintings. This was where I caught my first glimpse of El Misti and the other surrounding volcanoes that enclosed the city... snow capped peaks, shinning in the intense sun. It seemed like I kept seeing scenes that were only meant to exist in movies!
After the Monastery, still feeling pretty game for absorbing as much culture as possible, I went to see Junita the Ice Mummy - an Incan sacrafice of a seven year old girl, found preserved in the ice of the Andes
Back at the hostel it was time for Mr Fish... Stuart had once again shown up so we went together along with a handful of other hostel guests, not knowing what to expect it was a huge shock to the system walking through the doors to see what it was all about. To give you a taster have a gander at the video link.
Being ushered to the VIP section by Teo because, and I quote, he "doesn´t dance with the common people" we grabbed a couple of beers and tried to adjust to the situation. Outside there was a terrace area with bar that was overlooked by El Misti, again it was all a bit surreal
The next day we decided it'd be a good idea to go and see a bullfight. Hungover and in desperate need of ny bed I was not impressed when the ´bullfight´turned out to be nothing more than a couple of bulls wandering around a ring, occassionaly scuffing horns... but I suppose it was better than watching two bulls being torn apart by each other. In the end the highlight of the ´fight´ was when an old man came out into the middle of the ring and lifted his kid, standing, above his head with one hand...
Somehow, I managed to get myself a job in the bar of the hostel... not really sure how it came about as I was pretty drunk when Chris (the hostel manager) offered it to me. For the next six weeks I ´worked´ for five days a week doing four hour shifts, getting a free bed, four soles a day lunch money and 40% off everything else... Pretty sweet, no?
After a week, getting to know everyone I got myself the nickname ´Hanita´, which means ´little Hannah´. It was here I met Katie, a girl from Brighton that I´ve ended up travelling all through Bolivia with, and we both agreed that our bar manager, Pepe, was a bit creepy... with a strange fixation on touching our bellys - not the most comforting thing when you're hungover either.
There was so many amazing people I met in Arequipa: Jin, a girl from Germany that was studying education in Arequipa while working at the point
One of the reasons I satyed in Arequipa so long was to take some Spanish lessons to help me with the rest of my journey. One of my teachers was great: she gave me homework, which we all know I loved, shared chocolate bars with me during our lessons and never got angry when I got something wrong. My other teacher however, well I can only assume he was high for every ´lesson´ he gave me... the painstaking two hours I spent with him pretty much consisted of me sitting about waiting until he though of some words to teach me, and somehow the conversation always ended up being about food, munchies much? Not that he had taught me the volcabulary to have a decent conversation anyway, but hey, I'm now a master at drawing the ingredients of haggis...
Excited when we got the news that the boys, and our bosses, were going to visit Bruno and Lyla in Cuzco for the weekend, me and Katie were ready to crack into the vino tinto. Having been out to several clubs with Noah and Jin on teh Friday night, consuming plently of cocktails, I was extremely happy to agree to go to the bus terminal the next morning to do promotions for the hostel. I decided the only way I'd get through it was not to go to bed... picture me waving flyers drunkenly in tourists faces as they got off a ten hour bus journey, don´t think I was too popular that morning