23rd September 2008
Touchdown!
The first time in my life that I was setting foot in the southern hemisphere. As we collected our luggage and exited the airport, I could not help the overwhelming feeling of a déjà-vu. The first few minutes were like a repeat of the Egypt trip. A noisy, smelly, warm, slightly disorganized airport. People with black hair and eyes milling around. Deep mid-night outside. Being picked up by the travel agent. Being bundled into a mini-van. Driving through empty street lined with one/two storey houses that reminded us of India.
We pulled up into the hotel porch and the image started melting. The hotel in Giza stank of tobacco . This was was a wee bit more cleaner, with quicker service. By the time we entered the rooms, we had revisited the age old conversation that questioned the validity of the number of stars the hotel seemed to have.
We dropped our bags and had our first hearty Peruvian meal. Then we dragged our feet to the 14th floor and dropped dead.
24th September 2008, Hotel Les Delphines
After Gayatri and Vijay had burned some of the calories they had acquired in the midnight feast, we caught a cabbie and headed off toward Plaze de Armas. Most Latino cities, built on a military style grid system have a central square that is known as Plaza de Armas. This large square is usually surrounded by government buildings, cathedrals, and cultural structures.
It seemed like a good place to start.
On this day, we realized once we set foot, there was tremendous festivities and gay abandon. The grand festival of Merced. This consisted of various flotillas with colorful attire, local dances, and kids that would march through the central square. Preeti could not resist a quick jive while the rest of us melted into the audience and let our camera's attempt to capture the moment.
Wave after wave of groups passed by, each representing a towns or a hamlet or a community, matching steps with the music, ranging from throbbing to a soulful lilt.
After an hour or so, after the last of the feet had stomped by, we moved on.
Looming right over the square is the Palacio de Gobierno, the residence of the Peruvian president. The building is old colonial and was build in the 15th century by Francisco Pizzaro. We witnessed a royal change of guard. The security around the palace was relatively very light, with a single armored vehicle stationed nearby. They allowed us to approach, touch, mingle - refreshingly surprising.
The main plaza seems to attract thousands of pigeons much like Kabutar Khana in Mumbai. Rhea thoroughly enjoyed approaching them seemingly unthreatening, suddenly launching herself amidst them, and then breaking out into peels of laughter as they, panic stricken, took off.
We then sauntered over to the nearby Basilica Cathedral. Like most buildings in the plaza, Francisco Pizzaro was responsible for laying down the first stone in 1535. The cathedral built in the unmistakable baroque style is, well, like any other cathedral with vaulted ceilings and checkerboard floors. It does not compare to some of the old churches in Goa. Anyway, worth a peek. Period.
During our trip to Egypt, we had completely pre-booked and hired day guides. We had felt that the guides tended to be too stringent about time and seemed to hurry us in spots we wished to linger. For this trip, we had left our itinerary open with loosely defined spots we wanted to visit. The afternoon was a proof of why this can be a bad idea if you have not researched minute details.
After a quick lunch we took a cab to take us to Iglesia de SanFrancisco. We found out that the catacombs were closed until 4:00 PM. After a nice coffee at a nearby cafe, we hightailed to Musee de Nacional (Museum of Natural history) and found it closed. We then headed to Prinas de Titicaca - Closed.
We headed back to Iglesia de San Francisco before that one closed as well. The church has two awesome things to see. One, The wonderful underground catacombs - probably ubiquitous in European medieval churches but quite a novelty for me - where over 70,000 dead have been buried. The bones seem to have been sorted and arranged in shapes for unknown reason. Two, the huge library consisting of thousands and thousands of ancient texts and historical document. The mural of the last supper is worth a see. I mean, how many times have you seen guinea pig being served on that table.
Today, I do not remember how we found Junius. It was one of the best decision we took. Situated in Miraflores, it is a very elegant dinner and a show place.
Before anything else, this is where we had our first Pisco Sour. It is an extremely refreshing cocktail made using a local brandy called Pisco, lime juice, sugar syrup, egg white and bitters. I literally did not drink anything else in my entire trip.
The food was awesome. The show was fantastic with both local Peruvian and Latino performers.
As we headed back to the hotel to call it a day, I could not help comparing our first day here with our first in Egypt and feel disappointed. The comparison may seem unfair, especially, since we saw the Egyptian Museum which is top five in my museums list, on that day. The sites were nice but nothing earth-shattering.
But then, hey, this is just day one.
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