With a couple of days to kill in Cusco before i set off on a 4 day trek to Macchu Picchu, I decided to take it easy, and head round Cusco´s Inka sites on horseback. I was joined by two Belgians, who arrived late, so I was left with a 12 yr old boy on horseback whose job it was to babysit me. His english was as good as my spanish, so hand singles were mostly involved. He failed to understand why i didnt want to race him to the top of the hill and back; translating phrases such as ´safety first¨ and "Christopher Reeve" didnt quite work.
I was appropriately given the horse named after the worlds number one club, Pacha. My belgian colleagues ended up with Ollantambo and Apache. It also appeared that another unsaddled horse followed us for the whole day. Our guide explained that this horse, named coca-cola, probably due to the state of its rotting teeth, was in love with apache and they were inseperable. Ahh, how lovely. This was until Coca Cola was apparently a little more interested in the physical side of the relationship, and with a huge member that would still interest Dr Ed, Coca Cola tried numerous times to mount Apache. Much to the digust of the belgain man still strapped to the back of Apache.
We stopped for lunch, where the belgians wished to try the taste of cuy. Guinea pig to you and me. Yes, this measly bag of bones was served up with tatties, but accompanied by a brilliant view. Again, my reluctance to try and find a bit of the carcus that didnt have black bits attached to it wasnt totally understood. I advise you however peckish you may get after a large night out, dont try it. They are only good for making gloves.
