Inkariy Museum and return to Cusco

Bread and log deliveries
Bread and log deliveries

I was reluctantly on the move back to Cusco today. Calca has been a very interesting place to stay and one where I have had to learn to ‘go with the flow’ as things just seemed to happen. I would have liked to have stayed longer but had already booked some accommodation in Cusco.

Teachers encouraging small children to practise their marching
Teachers encouraging small children to practise their marching (not very successfully!)

First, though, I had to say goodbye to Mabel and David, who were going to Cusco, and then I had a yoga class to go to. Like the last one, it was very relaxed and enjoyable. Whilst there, I arranged with Laura to meet up with her and Valentino tomorrow to go and see the Earthship. Afterwards, although I had had breakfast before the class, I decided I needed another one, so walked back via the bakery.

The entrance of Inkariy Museum
The entrance of Inkariy Museum

Having packed my bag, I left it in the room, whilst I visited the Inkariy Museum, which is a little way out of town (in the middle of nowhere, in fact) and had been recommended to me by several people. It was an excellent museum, with information about each of the pre-Colombian cultures in various parts of the country, most of which I had visited, with a tableau of each one at the end. It was time and money well spent.


I had a bit of difficulty getting a collectivo to stop to take me back to town, so walked along the road a little way until I came to a bus stop. A couple of other people were waiting too and, after, I had put my hand out a couple of times to flag down a van without success, the man told me which one to flag. I have no idea why one would stop and not another except that maybe they were full (although this does not usually prevent them from stopping!) The Peruvian transport system still remains a mystery.

Waiting for a collectivo to stop
Waiting for a collectivo to stop
Quinoa growing in the Sacred Valley
Quinoa growing in the Sacred Valley

Once I had collected my bag, I walked back to the collectivo station and found a very comfortable van, which then took about an hour to reach Cusco. Once there, I got a taxi, which was supposed to take me to the hostel but ended up dropping me at the Plaza de Armas, as this was closed to traffic for yet another festival and it was too hard to navigate round the streets given the volume of traffic. This meant I had a much longer walk than I would have liked with my too heavy pack but I didn’t have a great deal of choice.

They have finished painting the zebra crossings and have now started on the white lines in the Plaza
They have finished painting the zebra crossings and have now started on the white lines in the Plaza

I wondered what I had booked when I arrived at the address, which was down an alleyway and looked decidedly dubious. However, (and I should know this by now) outside appearances are deceptive and the hostel is very clean and welcoming. The people running it couldn’t be more helpful, I have my own bathroom (bliss!), with hot water, I was brought a cup of coca tea straight away and a flask of hot water for tea later on. What more could I want?

Once I had settled in, I went to look at what was happening in town. In one of the streets, there were a large number of floats being prepared ready for a procession tomorrow. I found out later that they were created by Fine Arts students and they all had a political theme, although I have no idea what they all represented. I didn’t walk around for long, though, as I was feeling quite tired, so retired to my room after buying the essentials for the evening (bread, cheese, wine and water!!).

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