...the lesser known ones anyway
24.11.2012 - 24.11.2012 22 °C
Utama Hotel continues to impress. The breakfast they provide for their guests consists of an egg (scrambled or fried), coffee with milk, juice, fruit salad, corn flakes, strawberry yogurt, a corn panqueque (sp?), two pieces of bread each, jam + butter, and a slice each of tomato, cheese, and ham.
It’s by far the best breakfast we’ve had since leaving Lima (and with it, Jose’s culinary prowess).
It’s been another productive day. We did all of our laundry (er...dropped it off at reception), bought tickets to La Paz from a tourist agency for tomorrow, and had a bit of a self-guided tour of Copa.
During our walk, we returned to the Cathedral to take a few photos in the day time, and while we were there, we saw several jazzy cars parked up in front. At first glance, I assumed it was some sort of funeral procession, but apparently drivers buy flowers and frillies to sellotape onto their vehicles in order to be blessed and protected. It looks pretty impressive.
The Cathedral itself might look pretty Plain Jane on the outside, but the interior was stunning. First off, it smelled a m a z i n g. The altar was bedecked with dozens of identical flower arrangements which put off a really nice fresh perfume that hit us immediately as we walked through the door.
(I always expect that weird sort of musty/dead person smell inside cathedrals. Or incense.)
Secondly, it was incredibly colourful. They’ve used bright paints and glitzy gold highlights on the walls, ceilings, and frescoes.
I don’t often go into churches as a tourist. I feel as though I’m intruding on others who are actually trying to practice some religion. I’m glad I pushed that aside temporarily to check this one out. I don’t think the locals minded us being there.
To be fair, the stray dog that had wandered in and started sniffing everyone knelt down was a far bigger distraction.
We also visited some Incan ruins we’d read about in the LP. There wasn’t much signage to direct us there, but eventually we rocked up to the entrance.
For Copacabana’s third most famous attraction, it was poorly maintained. Surprisingly, there was more interpretation here than there was in the whole of Machu Picchu, but we still struggled to get our heads around what was in front of us.
There was broken glass and litter strewn absolutely everywhere, and I was a bit concerned about a three little girls playing in the area. Two of them approached us (about 8 and 5 years old) and offered to explain the Incan Seat if we were interested.
Afraid we’d a.) not understand a word they said, and b.) not be able to afford their services, we politely declined.
(I'm wearing pyjamas because it was laundry day. Don't judge me.)
We finished our tour with a late lunch at a family-owned lakeside cafe. We ordered some nachos to share, and I had to smile to myself when a plate of Doritos piled high with chicken and some goaty cheese came out. Not really nachos as we know them in the States, but surprisingly similar to what I’ve had in the UK, haha.
We chilled out in our hotel room in the afternoon waiting for it to cool off before venturing out again. We watched a movie on our laptop called “Brazil”. It was weird and shit, but had an impressive cast (including DeNiro).
For those of you familiar with our TV/DVD hard drive set up: It’s one we got off of Nav’s Popcorn Hour, but we decided Dan was probably to blame. You’re off the hook, Nav.
Had a lush supper at the restaurant/hotel next door to ours called La Cupula. It has really good reviews online and in the LP, and they’re well deserved. I had a beetroot fritter with tzatziki and the most amazing mashed potatoes.