Urubamba Travel Blog› entry 11 of 26 › view all entries
Back in Urubamba we were headed towards our hostel when a woman of a Chifa Restaurant (Chinese food) pretty much insisted we eat there. So we went in, skeptical of Chinese food in Peru. Rather than order the menu, or special of the day, we ordered off the menu. Probably a big mistake. None of our food was very good, but at least mine was passable. We got in some people watching through the big glass windows and could see all the kids coming home for lunch. I also discovered that my raincoat was not as waterproof as it used to be.
After lunch we took off in search of a ceramics place that was near the plaza.
Since we couldn’t find the ceramics store we decided to look for the dancing bridge.
We walked back to the plaza and marveled at how different things here were. For instance, why was there barbed wire along the sidewalk? Why is there a stream gushing down next to the road? Where is it coming from and what is it for? We sat at the plaza and people watched until it got dark and cold. There were so many people, mostly school kids. The kids were running and chasing and shouting and talking and laughing and basically just owned the plaza. There were some adults but no one seemed to mind the kids running around. Still, for as many kids as were there, most of them were really well behaved. They must not have had anywhere better to be. We watched the cell phone people in lime green vests let people make phone calls off their cell phones. That's a neat idea for places were most people don't have phones. A woman and her daughter pushed around an ice cream cart. A man sat with his (one or two year old?) baby for a long time and the baby didn't make a peep. He just sat there and stared at the people. Kids were splashing eachother from the fountain. Women with bambinos on their backs were coming from the market laden down with shopping bags. Our hostel woman walked by with a hunk of queso that we ate for breakfast the next day. Some older gentlemen sat together on a far bench reminiscing (or just talking). A "gang" of little boys came in and acted all tough and we tried not to laugh at them. It was fun. My camera died before I got all the photos I wanted, but it was just as well because it was getting dark and its hard to take pictures secretly when a flash goes off.
We walked back to the hostel but no one really felt like eating after our icky lunch so we called it an early night. We pretty much showered and went to bed.