Joyeux anniversaire, maman!
Hostal Pakarina is the type of place I would be absolutely mortified to take my mother, and good god, by the grace of a few unfortunate events, my Maman does…
Aguas Calientes is true. Construction-dense and comprised of, essentially, three corridors–the riverside train tracks, the river and the hotel-slash-dinner avenue–Graham and I exit the train station–but, not before drooling over…
The PeruRail Vistadome train chugs along the river, snaking this way and that, and we are giddy with excitement. Privy to the valley greenery and walls of Inca ruins trailing…
A beef mouth hangs open on the market stall, face, head, body no longer attached to the gaping lips and protruding teeth, the cheek insides lined with rows of gill-like…
Red-tile richness in the foreground, misty dusk settling in the surrounding hills, our emergence from the Inca Museum and star-struck march back through the Plaza de Armas is serendipitous as…
Graham and I return to the Inca Museum for a deeper impression of this town’s culture and history, and seeing as how this museum also goes by the title of…
Pisco is the other P for which Peru is famous, a perfect vino liqueur, so fitting, then, that Free Walking Tour end with a bang, a round of pisco punches…
Turns out Free Walking Tour is more about the cross-promotion than the actual city tour, for we spend most of the afternoon zigzagging to the establishments willing to house FWT’s…
The Free Walking Tour should really be the Free Gastro Tour because so far, we do a whole lotta eating–from sushi bites at Bambu’s to coca wine at Fusiones. But,…
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