Ayacucho

Soitsime 8 tundi magedesse... Teel siia tundsin vaga hasti, et oleme korgemale joudnud, pidev ohuahmimine andis sellest selgelt marku. Oosel pidin bussis wcsse minema ja selle ajaga kui tagasi kohale joudsink, olin ma nii vasinud nagu oleksin 10km jooksnud, hingeldasin ja higistasin. Nuud oleme u 2700 m korgusel merepinnast ja uudistame kultuuri. Vahemalt uritame seda teha. Oleme kainud muuseumis ja linnas ringi tsillinud, marketitel mahla joonud, uhe kohaliku poisi, kes hostelis tool oli, ara hirmutanud.
Oleme siia joudmisest saati umbes 8 turisti nainud. Paris age! Vorreldes teiste kohtadega, kus oleme olnud, on see peaaegu, et mitte midagi.
Ei Anouk ega mina oska kaarti korralikult lugeda ja nii me siis seiklesime linnas ringi. Aga monus oli, nagime inimesi ja tanvaid ja eluolu!
Taksojuhid ei lase sireeni koguaeg ja tahelepanu on kuidagi vahem. Kummaline kohe:)


We drove 8 hours up to the mountains. On the way here i certainly felt that we are getting higher, the fact that i had to catch my breath all the time, let me knew about this. During the ride here i had to go to the toilet in the bus and by the time i got back to my seat i was panting and sweating like i had just ran 10km. Now we are about 2700m from the sea level. Trying to check out the culuture, walking around in the town, drinking juices on the market.
Since we got here we have seen around 8 tourits- it is nothing compears to Lima or Ica... It is cool.
Anouk and i cant read a map so we got lost today in the city. But it was still cool, we walked around, took a lots of photos and saw people and their lifestyle.
Taxi drivers are not honking all the time and here we get less attention... feels strange:)