We packed and left for Otavalo, arriving at about 11:45am. Leaving our stuff at the hostel we then went shopping in Plaza de los Ponchos! I went around with two of the guys. I loved bargaining and was getting things at really low prices even though they were low to start with! Then we met by the pie shop at 2pm and returned to the Hostal del Valle Amanecer for a lunch of chips and chicken in a mushroom sauce.
In the afternoon we went to a wood crafter. He just did religious sculptures of Jesus and angels! He also had some pictures of biker chicks in underwear up that I assumed weren’t his inspiration. After leaving San Antonio’s we went to a restaurant where we ate cuy aka guinea pig! It tasted like chicken and the skin was crispy a bit like crackling on pork. There was only a little bit of meat on it though. We got to stroke some before although they weren’t the ones that we ate. They served it with sweetcorn that tasted like popcorn.
When we got back to the hostel after this we had proper dinner and then went to a club called Jala Jala. Getting the boys away from the American girls took a while though. I got a piña colada to drink and it was a bit creamy so I ended up drinking someone else’s as well. Most of us danced, although we were the only ones at first. Some of the guys were in ponchos and hats and did a silly dance routine. A native guy with long hair in a ponytail came up to some of us girls and started chatting. He asked whether we had good shopping . I basically ended up turning into a translator for the evening and I think his name was Sata or something similar. He did get a bit creepy after a while though so we blanked him a bit, although I did feel sorry for him.
Then we all got on the stage and the guys did their silly dance routine while us girls were the backing dancers! After this to avoid the creepy guys a few of us went over to our male teacher who was talking to the manager. He was really nice and called Juan. He seemed to speak a little bit of English, but told us in Spanish that the rose was their national flower and most exported flower, which I translated for the others. We returned to dancing with the rest of our group, but after a while it came to saying goodbye. Juan said ‘bye’ and ‘nice to meet you’ to all of us. He even remembered the names of us guys who had been talking to him earlier, saying ‘chao’ to us and ‘hope to see you soon’. We left the club at 12:30am then talked for a while in one of the girls’ rooms for a bit and then went to sleep.