The day started off with us checking out of the hostel. They let us put our bags there, though.
I took some pics of me looking at Jeeeeebuuuuus.
Then we ate breakfast at… some place… where we had more sandwiches. I got a something sandwich and then a cheese and jam one, which was gross at first, but then got kinda strangely decent. Odd combo.
Afterwards… PUSHGAY ice cream! YUM!
It’s like a little berry or something. This was definitely the yummiest flavor there. Elliot got these sonic blue and purple, like freaking gumball, flavors. They were disgusting. The purple one was grape and it was fucking SICK. Like, SUPER artificial grape flavor. More artificial grape flavor than I could have ever imagined.
Afterwards, people were talking about going to museums and stuff and I was like that’s boring, I really want to go to Cumbe Mayo, and I convinced Francesca that Cumbe Mayo would be cool. I was the only person who was really adamant about going to Cumbe Mayo, and good thing, too, because it turned out to be AMAZING, and the eight of us managed to get a taxi to take. The taxi guy drove us there, waited for us to go on our tour, and drove us back for fucking 60 soles!! $20 USD for eight of us. And it was FAR. It took us like an hour to get there (because they were these not-so-great mountain roads). Amazingly cheap. We tipped him good. AND CUMBE MAYO WAS AMAZING. I ROCK.
On the way there. We thought this was it, but it was actually MUCH bigger and MUCH more exciting.
Crossing a brook!
Children trying to sell us songs or something!
These girls wanted us to pay to take photos with them. I didn’t. A lot of people did.
MOO!
Fran LUBS IT!
I super love this shot.
Ben’s friend had given him that monkey and told him to take it around to different places of Peru and photograph himself with it.
BEAUTIFUL ASS CUMBE MAYO. Gorgeous. I want to go back SO BAD and spend a day just hanging out. Very few tourists, totally fucking pristine. AMAZING. There was a thin layer of water running along the top of the really (curiously) short grass fields… really really amazing.
Check it.
I’m probably the only one, but I REALLY loved this mud puddle.
Pre-Incan aqueduct. They hypothesize that these corners were cut to slow down the force of the water. Cut with what? we asked. Cut with harder volcanic stones, the guide (who also was unaffiliated with the site) told us.
Yet another curiously short-grassed field.
Lady herding sheep!
Drive-by photos on our way back from Cumbe Mayo. Some terrible, some like these, better.
What Cajamarca looks like from the top of the mountain.
Cool door! Back to civilization!
Motherfucking HEAPS of watermelon, and I imagine they haul this shit out daily.
We asked the driver who dropped us off to suggest some good but cheap eats, and he dropped us off at the restaurant where we had eaten chicken the night before, that was super shady and had terrible service, so we chose another restaurant. They settled on a chicken restaurant… again. Again Lizette, Jean-Claire, and I ate salad and french fries, only the lady who was told that we didn’t eat meat thought we were CRAZY. Also, when you say in Spanish that you don’t eat meat, the word for meat is “carne,” but it mostly means BEEF, so they are like, “Okay, you don’t eat carne, but this is chicken!” So there’s some confusion, but finally she got it and was really not so stoked about it. 
After the meal, we decided to get some fruits. Grenadines and some other shit. I hated it all.
FRUIT.
Afterwards, we split up again, and Lizette, Jean-Claire, Francesca and I went to go sit in the fucking main square and they drank some fooking beer while I drank nothing, but it was okay. Wait, actually, that was the previous day. But whatever.
Barney was tharr to meet us!
Today, we went to the nunnery’s old hospital.
Saw a motherfucking baby in a jar!
This place creeped me out BIG time. I just felt REALLY weird being there. Not sure why.
Cool metal mesh mask.
Scary ass dough doll.
Afterwards, we went to this restaurant and sat around, where other people were to meet us. We talked a bit and there was some corny sentimentality. Wee!!! The waitress lady was really cute and humble, too. Finally, they showed up, and I showed off this flyer I’d gotten about this Easter play some church was having. We didn’t have much to do, so we went there.
It was not super exciting. It was very much reminiscent of old Tri-Valley church skits. Haha. But in Spanish. And we only stayed there for like, five minutes, but gleaned that the main chick was preggers and the guy wanted nothing to do with it.
Afterwards, we went back to the main area and didn’t have THAT much time before our bus, so we just kinda putzed around. It was Semana Santa, so this particular church was reading Genesis. And shit.
And a mothafucking priest was making a fire. HOLLA!
That night we took the bus out of Cajamarca. Waited at the bus station for a long time.
At least there were these cool posters saying Fujimori was guilty. And also, I got this awesome ass Peruvian music video called “Flor De Huaraz Y Gringo Carl,” which Fran said she had watched in Chile and her friends had made fun of it… and that most of the funny videos came from Peru. It’s awesome. Also got “China Maria,” but it’s not as funny. I also wanted this one of a guy on a fucking horse, called the “Zorro of the Andes,” but I ran out of money, unfortunately.
Here’s an example of a similarly good video, though. 
Anyway, the bus ride was fucking death. At least it didn’t smell like a chemical toilet this time, but shit, son. It was bumpy as shit and I barely slept, but worst of all… the movie they showed as the fucking CAMPEON, THE CHAMPION, the same godamn movie which sucked balls that they showed on our way up there. The entire weekend, we had been making fun of the movie, and they ACTUALLY had the audacity to show it again. Unbelievable!
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