The day after my first lonely night in Cusco, I walked up to the hostel and met some of the other volunteers. Immediately I decided that I needed to move there, due to the extreme, and this is a bit hippie-ish to say, but I´m a little bit hippie-ish, good vibrations I felt there.
Moving out of Señora Aldé´s home was easy as pie. She made no fuss about it, and I got the feeling this kind of thing happens a lot. In fact, the girl that moved into my room after I moved out already lives in the Hostel.
The Hostal is a very strange and wonderful place, which are my only two requirements for living situations. Rather than try to explain it with words, I thought I´d do a little photo essay on why I love it here. Enjoy.
Looking back at the entrance from the courtyard.
My New Bed
These next few pictures are chosen to give you a feel to what it´s like to live in my room, one of the only singles in the hostel. Each room at this place has a weird theme, such as Tienda De Magica (Magic Store) or Escuela (School). My room is Pintor (Painter), the theme of which is reflected in the strange and unsettling art on the walls.
Jub the Cat
That´s actually 4 questions.
This is right above my bed.
When I sit up in bed we make eye contact.
Me washing my clothes in my room.
My room is the one all the way down with the brown sign.
Now let´s go to the bathroom.
There are 2.5 bathrooms in the hostal. A total of 4 toilets and 4 showers. This is the one closest to my room.
Come shower with me...
All three knobs and the red lever at the top are used in a mind boggling combination that takes an average of 5 minutes to complete, if there is hot water.
Please poop here. No toilet paper can be flushed.
Coming later: the courtyard, the kitchen, the dog.