The Peru Diaries part two: Cruisin' across Cuzco

Regarding last entry's nail-biting cliffhangers: eventually, of course not, and with the utmost self-restraint, no.

Cuzco (pronounced "Kooze-coh"), Peru is a city that sits in the Andean mountain range at roughly 11,000 feet above sea level. Home to roughly a third of a million residents and receiver of almost two million visitors a year, it was the historic capital of the Inca Empire and serves as the modern-day gateway to Machu Pichu. Woo! /mandatoryWikipediaplagiarism

Now I've flown into my fair share of airports across the world and among them, SFO had always been my favorite strip o' tarmac to land on. But Cuzco definitely bumped San Fran from the foremost place on my list of coolest views from a descending airport. As if the snow-capped Andean mountain range alone wasn't enough of a visual treat, landing into CUZ also afforded beautiful views of the homes and buildings embedded on the gentle slopes of the hills that surrounded the city center.

Ooooh

Ahhhh

A funny little event happened during the cab ride to the hotel. Our cab driver, who had been weaving in and out of lanes to get through traffic, started waving and shouting merrily in rapid Spanish to another cab that was parallel to ours, the driver of which started waving back with gusto for a few fleeting seconds. After the two cars broke away into different directions, the boy and I asked the cab driver (who still had a big grin on his face) what had just happened, to which he happily replied, "Mi hermano", which I understood (from having watched that episode of Arrested Development) meant "my brother". Hooray for brotherly cab rides!

The hotel we stayed at in Cuzco was called Hotel Andenes al Cielo and was located in the San Blas area of the city. The hospitality there was unbelievable. We were greeted upon arrival with steaming cups of coca tea, which as you may guess are infused with coca leaves (the alkaloids of which, when extracted, are the source of cocaine). Despite coca tea being illegal in the United States in its unaltered state, the tea itself was very mild and herbal and gave off what I'd guess would be the same gentle caffeinated effect as a cup of regular green tea. It was recommended to us to help alleviate symptoms of altitude sickness, but I enjoyed and drank it mainly for its flavor and warmth.

Walking into Hotel Andenes al Cielo, we were greeted with all sorts of flora.

Coca tea with the leaves from which cocaine is derived. Sounds much more badass than it really is.

Friends don't let friends get altitude sickness.

Heeding the advice imparted onto us by wiser souls, we decided to take it pretty easy and stroll around town all day to let our systems adjust. Fortunately, Cuzco was a pleasure to explore and very much accessible by foot. Although there were obvious indications that it was a tourism-fueled town (Starbucks in Plaza des Armas, anyone?), I still think we got a pretty good glimpse into the culture and the way of life of the locals there. Highlights of my day include eating a local meal (called a "menu"), holding a baby alpaca, and playing Jenga at dinner.

Plaza des Armas, the city center and most happenin' part of town

I call this statue the "pigeon pigeon goose" statue

Beef heart for lunch! Yummy. This dish, a hearty soup, and a drink cost ten soles, or approximately $4.

I'm pretty sure this was the happiest moment of my life.

Jenga! Whoever lost had to do a shot of pisco.

The boy and I lost :-(

We also spent a good chunk of the afternoon browsing the markets with little booths brimming with sweaters, trinkets, backpacks, table runners and countless colorful doo-dads. The soles to USD exchange rate made shopping sort of a win-win; a sweater made from 100% alpaca wool would run about 30 soles, or $12 USD and the locals were very eager and happy for our business. Just as I do in any country that charges a premium price for foreign visitors (India, I'm looking at you!), I haggled my way into some pretty good deals. 

Haggling was an interesting affair. Here are the tips that I was given:

• when you see something you like, always have a number in your head of how much you'd be willing to pay for it before talking to the vendor
• show some interest in the item. If it's a sweater, run your fingers through the wool (to assess quality) or hold it up and scrutinize it. The trick here is not to show that you really like the item - sellers pounce on that. Instead, try to act as if the item interests, but does not impress you.
• if at this point the seller has not approached you (unlikely), make an inquiry about the price
• in markets like this one, where haggling is expected, that first price is almost never the lowest that the seller would be willing to go, even if it's quoted as a "special" or a price "just for you, my friend." At this point the negotiation begins and it becomes up to you how much you want to try and go down. I was told that really good (and patient) hagglers could usually get down to 50% of the quoted first price. I was neither that good nor that patient so I was very happy with getting it to 60 or 75%. Besides, the starting price at these markets was usually well below the number I had in mind from the first bullet.
• when haggling down (i.e. during the exchange of numbers), there are several good techniques and several bad ones. The good ones are always founded on logic; pointing out a small stitching flaw, for example, or saying you heard a lower price for this item elsewhere (be honest though!). The bad ones are ones where the buyer becomes frustrated or mean. ("This is a rip-off!") 
• don't be afraid to walk away. It's not just about the price; it's also the experience. I tended to politely decline offers from vendors who were aggressive and instead, gravitate more towards ones who I thought were kinder. At markets like these, when many of the same goods are on display at different stalls, where I purchased the item quickly became less important than how my experience was getting it. 
• enjoy yourself! Haggling is fun when done right, and adds extra memories when looking back at the item you've purchased

These alpaca sweaters were so soft and warm. It was probably a good thing I had limited luggage space, else I would have gone berserk buying them!

Goofing around with an alpaca mullet. I didn't end up buying it for fear of being arrested by the fashion police.

Alpacas were everywhere - on sweaters, hats, rugs, and in plush form. So cute!

I'm getting a seizure looking at this

I'm still fuzzy on the series of events that transpired which led to the purchasing of these godawful sweaters. But it happened.

Exploring Cuzco made for a very tiring yet satisfying day, and the high altitude/busy exploring had definitely taken a toll on our bodies. After dinner, we walked back to our hotel, had some tea, and played cards. At one point we also wanted to take a group picture on my camera, but I accidentally set it to 10 continuous pictures (thinking it'd be a 10-second timer), so once we caught onto what was happening, some pretty weird facial expressions started popping up. I'll end this entry with this jewel of a shot:

High Five Cuzco!

The next installment of the Peru Diaries will feature some beautiful sites we visited outside of Cuzco. Stay tuned to hear about more adventures to come!