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I like the 1L bottles of Quilmes you see all over the place here in Argentina. Though at the bar I tend to drink Quilmes Bock on tap, not bottles Quilmes Cristal. That’s for at the hostel.
p.s. not my salami in the background.
All the tour groups in the salt flat take photos playing around with the depth of the background. We took some too, though they didn’t work out quite perfectly.
After Potosi, Alex, John and I left for Uyuni, famous for its proximity to the world´s largest salt flat. On the way there, we met Marija (Zurich) and Trevor (London) with whom we booked a three day tour, ending in Chile.
The night before our tour started, we went out for pizza. I was told that I would not be able to eat an entire large pizza on my own. Then I was told that I would not be able to finish a large piece of chocolate cake a la mode, and an apple pie a la mode. I don´t like being told what I can and cannot eat.
During the hike, the guide demonstrated that termites are edible, and Adam put a dead bug on his nose.
We were instructed to bring snacks with us for the jungle tour. Adam and I decided to stock up on Nerds, which neither of us could remember eating since we were kids. Nerds have been resurrected as my favourite candy.
Dominic was disappointed with his Watermelon-Carrot-Alfalfa juice. He did not appreciate our “I-told-you-so” comments.
We went for a walk this morning in search of La Paz’s famous “Witches’ Market”. Along the way we passed a strip of fresh fruit juice stalls, where we stopped for some massive drinks, each costing less than a dollar. I had plain orange juice, Meghan went for orange-strawberry, Adam went with his usual (watermelon), and Dominic was experimental: Watermelon, Carrot, Alfalfa.
Around the corner from one another in Cusco: a woman and her llama offering to pose for pictures with tourists, and a truck offering pizzas, hamburgers, and a salad buffet.
We went for a walk to a suburb of Arequipa which we’d head had some beautiful views. To our delight, we stumbled across a gastronimic festival that was just beginning. I ate four falafel sandwiches there, washed down with Pisco Sours and a some locally-brewed dark and red ales. (I’m quite fond of Pisco Sours, but don’t like thinking about the fact that they are made with raw eggs. I’m even more fond of falafel.)
Pictured: Mount Misti, Arequipa’s volcanic backdrop, viewed from the gastronomic festival as the sun was setting.
Our last day in Huaraz, we didn’t really have anything to do until our night bus left for Lima at 11pm. So, we went to our favourite restaurant, Cafe Andino, and spent 11 hours eating breakfast, hanging out, eating lunch, playing Trivial Pursuit, eating dinner, playing chess, and eating quesadillas. A nice time was had by all, and we finally felt like we’d had our fill of Cafe Andino when the time came for us to head to the bus station.
Adam puked in the bathroom on the bus, immediately after somebody else did. Poor guy.
In South America, people hop on buses all the time to try to sell stuff to passengers. They’ll hop on, start hollering out “Mandarinas! Manzanitas!” (“Mandarines! Little apples!”) or whatever the case may be, make their way up and down the aisle, then hop off a couple kilometres down the road.
Usually I’m not interested in the children’s VCDs or tooth whitening powder they are trying to offload. But today, as we descended from the Andes toward sea level and started feeling the equatorial heat and humidity, an ice cream salesman came aboard and I was delighted to buy an overpriced ice cream sandwich. I don’t know how he was keeping his ice cream so cold in his little cooler, but the the ice cream was rock hard and “steaming” when I unwrapped it. (See photo.)
It was very tasty. When the ice cream man came back down the aisle to exit the bus, I stopped him to buy a second sandwich. $1 well spent.
Breakfast on the street in Riobamba. Mashed potatoes, fried egg (runny yolk! gross!), avocado, and miscellaneous (meaty?) sauce. $1.
Nika, Ange and I ate almuerzo (set lunch) with our friends Lee and Andrea who had just gotten back to Bogota to catch their flight home.
Nika had chicken soup with her almuerzo (set lunch). She’s not pescetarian anymore. My lunch was pretty awful and left me with a stomach ache.
