Trip Start Apr 23, 2012
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First things first: shower! It was absolute bliss not having to be afraid that the water was frozen or that your hair would turn to icicles as soon as you stepped out. After that we went to an Internet cafe where I spoke to a guy I had met in Arequipa who told us about these Illegal raves they have in the desert: SOLD. We set off in search of the bar that had the information only to be extremely disappointed... the guy that organized them wasn´t in town for two weeks! Probably better for us: apparently the police always turned up and it wasn´t uncommon for them to arrest everyone, so it was probably better fr my mothers health too.
Solo myself and Katie on it we had our first encounter with a lovely Argentinian we thought was called Joe. After several failed attempts at teaching him and a group of Brazilians shit head, he taught us how to a Spanish card game where all the cards had different values to what they said ie. a five of clubs was not a five but some other random number. Having drank a good three litres of the vino tinto we were hopeless at the game and every time someone played a hand we would echo ´Loceinto, no intiendo!´ - I´m sorry, I don´t understand.
I came back from a toilet break to find Katie had went to bed, after apparently falling off the bench and hitting her head, the next few hours consisted of me constantly forgetting this and asking in slurred Spanish ´Where´s my friend?´ The next morning I woke up to find Katie gone fetal in the bed opposite me asking what to do about that.
Turns out that when she got in the room the night before she had managed to projectile vomit pure Chilean red all down the wall and curtains... I suggested some eggs and that cheered her right up. In the end we cooked an amazing breakfast: we had eggs, obviously, yogurt, cereal, toast, coffee and even orange juice! Perked us right up.
Later that day I went to the moon valley, so called because of it´s likeness to the surface of the moon
We then went to the national park where the landscape was even more alien, I can´t even describe it. Apparently it´s so similar to the moon that NASA use it as one of the main bases for testing. We stopped to see various landmarks and to top off the day we climbed the biggest sand dune there to watch the sun set over the valley, no pictures I took doing it any justice: the colours on the Andes in the background seemed to change every time you looked.
When I got back to the hostel I met Lorena, ´Joe´and Katie, only Lorena was calling him
´Matte´... I asked Katie about this and she explained, rather embarrassed, that his name actually was Matte: when we asked him the night before what his name was he answered `jo?´, in Spanish ýo´means ´me´, but Argentian´s pronounce y´s as j´s. So when he said ´jo´ he was actually asking ´me?´, we must´ve just been too drunk to hear when he said Matte
Bellies full after we had had several helpings, we sat around the fire while the Brazilian guys played guitar and talked. Then, about half one we were told to go to bed! feeling like children we went sheepishly to our room and decided a sleepover was in order, then the 96% miners alcohol got pulled out... Having no mixer left we sucked it up and drank it straight, now mum... calm down: i´m fine, I have never had such a fright as I did when that stuff hit the back of my throat, however I sucked it up and we managed to finish the bottle between us before cuddling up and watching a movie on my ipod.
Hungover does not cover it... Katie woke me up at six with `I really want some eggs.` Unable to move I let out a slight groan and five minutes later she was back with two fried egg sandwiches: one each
The next day I woke up and with a towel wrapped around me went for a shower only to have Matte shout across the courtyard at me `Moi Blanco!´ - very white... apparently I do not have my mothers genes. I spent that day trying to have a conversation with Matte, cooking crepes, most of my input being ´Lociento, No inteindo`... Argentian Spanish was very different to what I´d learnt in Peru!