Moving on to Calca

This morning when I asked for breakfast, Pierina told me that it wasn’t included in the price of the room, which I had understood it to be. Consequently, I had a slight disagreement with her as I felt that she was already charging excessively. I had heard her mother telling someone yesterday that the single room price was 30 soles and the double 50. I was paying the equivalent of 80 soles through Airbnb. According to her, I got extra services for the price, these being a blanket and a bar of soap! I might not have been quite so annoyed if I had not just stayed around the corner for the same price and had a private bathroom, probably the best breakfast I had so far had in Peru, and wifi, none of which were included here. It is a lot of extra to pay for the privilege of staying in an old Inca room!

View from my balcony in Calca
View from my balcony in Calca

I packed up and left without breakfast. I was lucky enough to get a collectivo headed for Urubamba straight away and then a bus to Calca that was just pulling out from the collectivo station. Consequently, I arrived in Calca by 11am. Once there, I hoisted my far too heavy pack and walked up to David and Mabel’s house, where I had booked a room, buying a croissant and bread along the way.

On arrival, I was shown to my accommodation and then sat and chatted to them in their very attractive and private garden for quite some while. He is American and she Peruvian and they have two small children, who are younger than his grandchildren back in the States.

The garden in Calca
The garden in Calca

They were going to lunch at a cafe down the road and Mabel invited me to join them, which I did, and had a very delicious ceviche. After lunch, I trailed after them to the plaza where we all had ice cream and then I left them in peace. I had to go to the ‘supermarket’ (mini store with 2 small isles) for the basics of wine, water, milk and cereal, and then the fruit, vegetable and everything else market for avocados. The market was thronging, it being Sunday, and there was not another gringo in sight!

Calca people, so far, have been very friendly, almost going out of their way to try and catch my eye to say ‘Buenos Dias/Tardes’, which makes a very pleasant change. I think I have got a bit travel weary lately and fed up with being regarded as a cash cow.

The gardens in Plaza de Armas
The gardens in Plaza de Armas
The street from the house to the main plaza in Calca
The street from the house to the main plaza in Calca

Back at the house, I attempted to connect to the internet before giving up and joining the others in watching Peru lose to Brazil in the Copa America. (No, not rugby, but soccer!) The others were Tim and Jill from the Netherlands, Bill from the States, (all guests), a couple of David and Mabel’s Peruvian friends and 3 small children, who got a little excited, so it was all quite cosmopolitan.

Once the game was finished, I retired to my room, having declined to watch the X Men!

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