and the Magic ´up their own ass´ Garden
Well, after climbing down the mountain and and getting the train and bus back to Cusco, we ended up at our new Hostel called ´Hostel Magico´ - there is nohing particularly magic about this place, unless you like cold showers, gas taken away halfway through cooking your dinner, and hanging around with a bunch of pre- school imbeciles! okay, thats cruel, not all of them are pre-school!! haha
To be fair, there are a few nice ppl here, and the majority are British! haha - not that i mean to just mingle with my own race, but serioulsy, they are the only decent ppl here.
Before I get to Hostel Magico though, lets just say that our trip back to Cusco was far better than the way to Ollantaytambo. the train was so but not as hot, and i was sat nect to an English medical student, who was really nice and we chatted the whole way back.
We also secured front seats for the bus back to Cusco and it seemed to be filled with Gringos this time and not locals, so the aroma in the air was somewhat comforting.
So once back we headed back to our Hostel for the night - Pirwa Hostel Familiar. And i have to say although the place is quiet, its a really nice place to stay. Hot showers, comfy bed, and generally nice considerate people. Still the Magic Hostel beckoned us so we upped and left.
We are staying here, as we are volunteering at a school around the corner, and it is all organised by the guy who owns the Hostel. The Guy us Yuri, and as much as I am sure his heart is in the right place, there is something very ...dubious about him. and he LOVES himself. we have called him McGreasy! very befiting has he is very slimy and greasy looking. Also he of you can remember, or have ever watched Footballers Wives - he looks very muh like the guy in that that was Brasilian or something with the ponytail... so yeah...GREASY!
Anyways, we arrived at the Hostel, to be confronted by a bunch of immature americans, who turned their noses up at us the first moment they saw us. (i now know that American teen movies which describe americans as bitchy nitwits are actually based on fact!). Even some of the guys are rude as hell towards us. I guess that 10 year age gap is starting to show.
Anyways, to try and break the ice, we all went out, although we were hardly invited, so to get some dutch courage we went to an Irish bar first. It was okay, but yet again, no irish - except Fiona. We soon headed to the restaurant where we were meeting them all, and the only ppl who bothered to talk to us for the whole night were a dutch guy called Jorret and McGreasy, who felt the need to keep stroking ,my back. what is it with these touchy feely ppl????
So the night was not going well - and the next day i reaslied it is not a good idea to drink when emotional, i get silly and mix my drinks a wee bit! Still the night perked up when we met 2 Irish guys who had actually been staying at our previous Hostel. They are called Niall and Connor. Fiona and Niall now have a thig going on, which i think may result in marriage - if he has his way. Connor and I meanwhile had a big argument about Wanna Picchu and Machu Picchiu - which is still ongoing! 10 soles are on this, and i am not giving in.
Anyways that was our night out in Cusco.. and it looked to be the last, as volunteering is actullly quite tiring, as Ana who I am teaching with likes to be fully prepared, so we meet at 12.30pm everyday. and do not finish till gone 7pm. ehis means that I have be up early to try and see as much of Cusco as possible and buy supplies and food etc. feels like being home working to me.
We were meant to be doing 2 weeks at the school, but have now decided that 1 will suffice - and as one of our Irish friends said, who we met on a drunken excursion out;
´its refreshing to hear that someones sense of charity towards some can be overwhelmed by their sense of revolsion towards another.´
Sounds awful, as the kids are truly adorable, but i can only handle few hugs and what nots from dirty children for so long, and as i do not speak spanish, all they know to do with me is to grab and poke and hug me, so i really think i´m benefitting everyone by leaving. Also,, the Nazca lines call us to them, and then on and upwards to Ecuador.
So having decided what our future plans were, i was fully ready to do my last day on the friday and have a peaceful nights sleep wed and thursday to prepare for our journey to Nazca.
However.... I awoke to an awful thursday morning. Our very rude, very inconsiderate roomate for the duration of our stay a the Magico Hostal had decided to go out the previous night, as usual. which was fine. However, and let me just quickly tell you that he is a right state. greasy peruvian guy, very unattractive, speaks no english, but still truesto have hour long conversations with you etc etc. very irritationg. anyways, Fiona woke at about 4am when he decided to make a grand entrance into the room, only to catch him standing over us and staring at us while we supposedly slept. it lasted for about 10 minutes, before he then sat on his bed to carry on staring at us. was not pleasant. then the next mornin, we both sat and waited in our beds for him to leave the room, so we could get up, get dressed and enjoy our morning. However, the mornin came and went, as he decided for the whole morning that he would sit on his bed, packing, and unpacking his bag and staring at us. he was meant to be checking out that day, but the check out time for the hostel came and went, and he just carried on packing and unpacking. we were going stir crazy, as all we wanted was to get out of bed and get dressed in private. but to no avail. we figured either he wanted us to leave to stea something, or he wanted to perv. who knows, but it was driving us nuts. eventually at about 12pm he went downstairs, and we dressed hurriedly and tred to sort out things, not knowing what to do. he then reappeared and was asking us questions about if we were volunteering that day, how long e would be out for, and i flipped. i ran to the office and bumped into Hannah my volunteering buddy, who was able to tell the lady at the desk our predicament in spanish and ge us to change room. during this whole scenario though, it was quite clear the people at the Hostel did not believe us - how could a fellow peruvian do that!?!!
But it happened, and i hate that guy so much. I'm just greatful we hanged rooms, and Hannah believed me. Creepy Yuri was there also and decided it was best to ignore us for the whole day. what a bastard!!!
After this ordeal, I cn safely say i as fully ready to leave Cusco and the so called magico hostel.
Not only were we perved on, and felt very unsfe, but wewere also made to feel like liars.
Volunteering came andwent, and although the children - well the majority of them are very sweet, the polictics and the general set p of place was well below par.
I woke up the next day, Friday with flu, and decided tht as much as i was looking forwrd to th pospec f my last day of volunteering, i was in no fit state to do so, and te way Yuri ad behaveth dybefore, i was glad to make an early escape to the bus station.