We found this one on the internet of the traditional outfits of Huaraz. They get fancier. We forgot to ask the women who did the cooking and cleaning at the hostel if we could take a picture of her. She was extravagant.
With healing feet (8 hours on rocks no matter how thick the soles (cause mine are really thick) can do a number on ones feet (like mine or Gillian's for example)) we went on a little hike to some recently discovered ruins (I want to be known as the Cormac McCarthy of parentheses from now on).
These suckers were pre Incan.
The only room we didn't have to duck in.
We had a 10 year old give us the tour and he was great. Then he asked for a tip. I found doing this helps when they expect to get paid for doing work. Yeah right!
There were two sites and the houses were mostly buried, so they still held cool pots and things (no looters). There was a guy there who kept trying to sell us this pot that that had a secret compartment so that when you poured water in one hole, it would only come out another. Even though we were the only tourists there, I think he thought we were new people each time.
7 cents for the bathroom.
All the farmers had little huts like that for when they needed to sleep next to their animals. They have tiny ones for the dogs too. Not sure about the square of twigs.
Antigravity farming.
Sunday, before we took the all night bus to Lima to take a plane to Arequipa, we took another short hike.
I just loved the landscape in Huaraz.
In typical Peruvian fashion, there was a big wall in the middle of the trail. It's okay to go over it; it's just there.
Coolness.
That's my Black Sheep Inn shirt. The sheep is pooping.
Dead but dry at least.
They were mining the mountains around Huaraz. I think that's more than just a hut for occasions like above; that's how big a lot of houses here are. There are some bigger 1 or 2 story houses around too all mixed together.
It's been a few weeks... I hope I'm not forgetting something cool.
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