What bliss, travelling to a town with the express intention of shopping! Oh for a bigger bag though! Still, managed to buy a couple of hats, small picture, wood carving, and Patrick gave in to his wish for a Charrango. Local women here have a strict dresscode of long straight skirts with white blouses and a sort of cummerband embroidered in reds and blues. Black hats completed the picture. The less formal outfit seems to be full skirts with the blouse, and the black hats. Makes for a very decorative feel around the markets, and made me feel a complete scruff in my travel get-up. All the women seem very attractive. Oh, and all the men have the most amazing long black hair. No one seems to go grey unless very elderly. The life here is comparatively prosperous, life-expectancy is long, and everyone seems happy - lots of smiling faces. It seems such a healthy place - fresh air, local fresh food, music, community. In the afternoon, escaped the commerce by visiting the Peguche waterfall, lots of birdlife and nice green countryside. In the evening, ate on Sucre Street, slight mistake as this seems to be the street the young lads drive slowly up with the huge sound systems in their cars going full blast. Looked for a local Pena where there was live music, but the 'show' didn't start till 10pm, and we just can't do late nights - maybe the altitude still making us tired, or just very relaxed from all the fresh air. As luck would have it, we found a bar with a band playing, so were treated yet again to the inevitable Guantanamera, La Bamba and bloody El Condor Pasa.
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