Cuzco

Cuzco, as you can imagine, is like most tourist cities. Souveniers, ho(s)tels, restaurants, souveniers, churches, and more souveniers. We ventured out, but not too far. We went to the big local market; about three blocks away we were trying to figure out what on earth could smell so bad. We figured it wasn't pee or poo in the streets or alleys and we didn't see any dead dogs around. When we finally got into the market we almost choked! The first thing we saw were piles and mounds and globs of raw meats for sale in the warm daylight. We practically ran...no, we did run. Which is why there are no pictures for your vomitting--I mean viewing--pleasure, sorry. It was a really cool experience though, to stretch our legs and get out of the tourist race and see some of the city. We've talked to people who had stayed and are staying in Cuzco for weeks. I recommend a couple of days, though there is much to do and see outside of the city.

Our last night there, we going to bed and heard some wicked loud music. We thought it must be comig from the hostel bar, as we had to wear earplugs to hang out there the night before. But it turned out that is was coming from the Plaza de Armas (main square). There was a big concert going on, and we had a pretty sweet view of the thing. So, again, I will do no justice but post the pic anyway.