This morning Jo & I both woke up feeling some serious travel fatigue - Jo was very grumpy and wishing celestial vegeance upon the Lima cab driver who ripped us off yesterday, whilst I simply had a rotten cold. So we decided we would head out for breakfast and then spend the morning at the Turkish baths advertised at out hostel. Breakfast was great, although a cheeses toastie, milky coffee & a huge omlette are probably not too good for the arteries, and the baths turned out to be very close by. It was fantastic - we had the whole place to ourselves and spent a very relaxing 3 hours flitting between the swimming pool, sauna, steam room and the spa pool, ending with a hot shower and a bowl of soup, all for the grand price of US$13.50. I am seriously considering building a sauna when we get to NZ, it is just so ludricrously relaxing...and my skin now feels as soft as a baby's bum! It certainly compensated for yesterday's exposure to very loud Andean music.
Last night we had elected, through sheer laziness, to eat on the roof terrace at our hostel - a 3 course meal for US$4.50 each can't be bad we thought. But we forgot about the live music they had promised. So at about 8.00pm, just as my beer was starting to kick in, up popped a bunch of geezers in ponchos who proceeded to blast our ears with panpipes, drums, flutes & guitars of varying sizes. As if that wasn't traumatic enough (although not as traumatic as hearing a panpipe cover version of 'Hotel California' in Cusco), we were then emotionally scarred further by the compulsory middle-aged, geography teacher-esque American women (tapered jeans, dangly earrings & walking sandals styleee) who started jiggy like banshees with the Ecuadorian musicians. At one point I was almost certain that a conga was on the cards! Luckily my finest death stare seemed to keep that at bay, although the insistent bugger with the hat demanded a dollar from us for the 'entertainment'. I promptly went to bed and passed out.
Following our trip to the sauna Jo & I decided to surf the internet for a while, as we calculated our pennypinching spending so far had left us enough dosh for a fancy trip to one of the glitzier hotels in Vegas (we're thinking the Luxor...that's how relaxed I am getting!) and wanted to check out our options, only to be faced with the news of the London bombings. Luckily I think everyone we know who may have been commuting through that part of London is okay. Guess those gits were waiting to see if we got the Olympics...fuckers...Don't really know what else to say about it except that I hope no one has had a loved one involved and I wish these Al Qaeda blokes would get the hang of the fact that bombing does not work. Arseholes.
On that un-cheery note, I will end this entry. Off to Lima for the night tomorrow, then Mexico City for 4 days before we finally hit the USA.
Love to one & all
S & J
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