This weekend I took the HIGHEST train in the Americas. That's correct, we (Mari, Morgane, Katie and I) were 15,681 feet in the air at one point. Probably 15,683 if you count that we stood on a bench to take our commemorative picture.
| At the highest point! |
The train left at 7:00 in the morning, so we woke up extremely early (Mari was the grumpy one this morning!) and arrived at the train station, which is also a historical library. They didn't say "allll aboard" in english OR spanish, to my great disappointment.
The train was a little less like Hogwarts Express than I expected, as in there weren't separate compartments, but there was a table that we sat around. So, you win some you lose some.
They served us breakfast and lunch on the train, and our train attendant (what do you call them??) had stick on jewels and blue eyeshadow, so I instantly liked her, as I am pretty sure a pre-teen Kati rocked that style, only with silver eyeshadow.
One of the best parts of the train was watching people scramble from side to side to get a billion scenery pictures, when people are generally bored of scrapbooks after the first 5 identical photos (I'm talking to you, old woman who made us change seats!). We, in turn, scrambled around getting pictures of us sticking our heads out the window.
| One of my scenery shots, I admit, it was beautiful. |
But really, the best part of the train was "la hora loca", or "crazy hour". This included a women with a microphone announcing a dance contest, some limbo, balloon hats, and music. I didn't participate in the dance contest, as I was too busy waving to all the little kids on the side as the train passed, which I enjoyed a lot.
We safely arrived in Huancayo, and found a cheap and semi-clean "hotel". "Hotel" is in quotation marks to distinguish between a U.S. version of a hotel and the Peruvian version. Peruvian version meant rock hard beds and pillows, a communal bathroom that didn't include toilet paper or seats and extra charge for having a T.V. But it had a deadbolt on the door, so I was o.k. with it.
The next morning, we went to a Cafe which supposedly had really good coffee. I'd like to explain something about coffee here. Peru is famous for having excellent coffee. But not inside the country. They export almost all their coffee. So most people here drink instant coffee. The other thing that happens if you order regular coffee is that they give you a cup full of hot water, and then you have to pour a concentrated espresso type coffee into that. It is also weird to ask for milk, but not weird to pour a TON of sugar in.
So I was pretty excited to get some really good coffee. Unfortunately, it turned out to be the hot water-espresso type kind. Not so great.
(Side note: My host-dad makes his own coffee all the time, which I secretly tasted, and it's AMAZING. I am going to figure out how to get my hands on that)
Although the coffee was disappointing, this turned out to be my favorite location in Huancayo. That is due to the bathroom. It was the cleanest, best bathroom I have been in here.
These are the things it had: toilet paper, toilet seat, soap, hand dryer, AND the toilet had chemical water in it to smell good. That is the FIRST time here.
All of the above listed things are what public toilets usually lack. Sometimes they charge you 50 cents to use a facility that may or may not have soap or seats. Usually they do hand you plastic wrapped toilet paper for that price though.. Anyways, my standards usually are if when I enter there is a seat, some tp, and it's free I am at a pretty classy place. So this place blew my expectations. We returned there before the bus ride.
Our day in Huancayo we spent outside of Huancayo touring little towns around it. We first saw a little market, where I was forced to publicly embarrass myself to win a free keychain shaped like a flip-flop. Then we went to a jewelry market, where a guy had a scary mask on. Third was a boat trip, where they trapped us in the middle and tried to sell us keychains (he didn't know I had already gotten one).
Then we had trout for lunch, at a places that looked like a troll/gnome tree house village. And we got to fake fish! After eating trout, we went to a trout farm and got to see them as babies and feel guilty about lunch.
Finally, we went to a Franciscan monk convent/church thing. Where we weren't allowed to take pictures and they locked doors behind us as the tour went on. The church was very creepy, with lots of paintings of monks being killed my natives as they tried to bring them to god and teach them things. As if the monks were the martyrs in this situation. They had sticks! You had guns! Just saying.
Also, these monks were "scientists" which means they killed a bunch of animals, stuffed them, and they have now been in this church for over 100 years arranged as if they are in the jungle. Stuffed monkeys should not happen.
That concluded the tour. The best part of the tour was making friends with a 7 year-old girl named Ashely, who liked to play "eliminación" with us for long periods of time, and made fun of our spanish to our faces. She was a sweetie.
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| Mari and Ashley |
The next day, we went to this famous market which was HUGE, but included a lot of things like shoes, pots, and other household items I wasn't really trying to buy. I bought a carved seed thing because I felt guilty after the lady explained a ton of things to me about it and also some earrings. Then we returned to my favorite bathroom and got ice cream.
I rode first-class bus on the way home. We didn't watch Taken! But some rocks blocked the road for a couple of hours.
We arrived safely back, and I am now one week of classes away from finals. AHHH! Two presentations, two papers, and two tests away from vacation!
To all my outside Peru readers, I LOVE AND MISS YOU SO MUCH. To my inside Peru readers, you probably live in my house. So see you at dinner.
BESOS



