Bellybutton of the world, the nipple of Scotland
Trip Start Apr 23, 2012
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Waking up later and checking into my own bed, I was feeling a little Arequipa-sick, and was happy to have an inbox full of messages from everyone checking to see if I´d arrived safely. Exploring the hostel I met a nice group of Israeli´s who all thought it was hilarious when I moaned ´Bangleat!´ as they all started talking in Hebrew. That night I was invited to the aniversary party of a club called groove and after a few games of beer pong I was more than up for it, earning myself the nickname ´Scotland´..
The next day I was roped into helping promote the Point´s seven year anniversary party... Me and another girl were handed nurses outfits and told we´d be met in the lobby at 3pm. I´m quite tall, I´m sure you´ve all probably noticed, this ´dress´ was like a t-shirt on me! Luckily after paniking in my room with the skimpiest nurses outfit ever to exist on, a girl voluteered her leggings for me to wear... much better! We hit the streets of Cuzco: a kangaroo, cookie monster, some sort of weird cartoon character and two nurses. The idea was that Cookie monster and the kangaroo would fight, hence the need for nurses, and in the end the owener of the hostel had somehow managed to secure an ambulance to arrive to pick up the looser! Unfortunately some inconsiderate bastard had went and broken their leg so the ambulance was called away. I swear the entire male population of Cuzco must own a picture of themselves with two gringo nurses. Honestly... no one cared about cookie monster or the Kangaroo apart from the kids! Anyway, i managed to score some free drinks from the initial humiliation, so worth it in the end!
Cuzco, having lived up to it´s crazy reputation and warnings from Chris, I decided I should see mone culture and booked a trip to the Sacred Valley of the Incas. For the day I was carted around, being shown various Inca ruins, th most impressive of which were those at Ollyantambo. Apparently I´d picked the best time to visit ' the winter solstrace ' when the sun hits a mountain in the exact right spot to reveal an Inca face carved into the rock. That night back at the Point it was the anniversary party, with tattooing and piercing, live bands and free BBQ. It was all a bit crazy and I managed to retain my undefeated beer pong campion title
Returning from the trek I had booked a bus to Puno, only to log into facebook to find that Katie was in Cuzco! We met up and immediately cracked the beers and bought a box of wine... needless to say I checked right back into the hostel and we prepared for a night out, having been invited by the guys on my Mchu Picchu trek to celebrate Mattan´s birthday at Loki. Heading out to start our ´pub crawl´ at seven, after a tequila shot at the bar to compliment our beer and wine, we were offered a job in one bar by the owner... Promising to return later, we grabbed another box of wine before heading to Loki where we locked ourselves in the bathroom to drink the wine. We ended up being in there for hours, talking about everything!
When we finally met up with the guys we managed to squeeze in a few more drinks before heading to Groove again.
Stumbling into the hostel the next morning I collapsed into bed, not moving for hours. So I´d missed my bus... Katie had missed her Machu Picchu tour - we shouldn´t be allowed to hang out together.
Lying in bed across from Katie, she got the biggest fright when all of a sudden my lifeless body jumped up: ¨MY BUS!!!¨ She just burst out laughing... ¨It´s tomorrow! Ha... I´ve never seen you move so fast!¨ Reassured by Katie that it was definitely the next day I slumped back into bed, refusing to move even when she suggesting getting something to eat.
The next day Katie did her Machu Picchu tour and before I caught my bus I met up with the English guys from the jungle trek for a beer, before saying goodbye and catching my bus to Puno, glad to be out of Cuzco to give my poor liver a break...