Day 19 - Cuenca

After breakfast, which was quite slow because it seems you have to eat your fruit before you are offered the hot dishes menu, we had a late start to our day looking round Cuenca.  We started high up above the city at a viewpoint, where a local singer was standing on a parapet in high heeled gold shoes and Andean traditional dress.  Fortunately she didn’t fall off.

Then we went to the Panama hat workshop, which was fascinating with demonstrations of weaving, blocking and putting on the hat band.  And of course we had to have our photos taken with hats next to every star imaginable.

In central Cuenca we left the car and looked at the main square, churches, the craft centre before shopping for drinks and in Pete’s case a massive ice cream.


Our second outing was to look round the shops in the neighbouring streets.  There are some truly crazy combinations of goods such as washing machines and motorbikes in the same shop.  Another shop sold sports goods and bathroom fittings!

In the evening we set off for our compensatory meal.  This was because our train trip had to be changed.  Diego wasn’t taking us, so needless to say chaos ensued, the reception of our hotel couldn’t understand why we needed a taxi for 5 blocks so at 7pm nothing came.  After 10 minutes, we discovered nothing was coming and decided to walk.  The restaurant had our booking so we were shown to a table and the head chef, who spoke good English, sorted Glynis’ dietary issues.  The meal began with bread and 9 little pots of increasingly hot accompaniments.  Next came shrimp (well, prawn, really) soup and a lesson from the waiter on which of the little pots went with it.  Then dishes of rice, corn, potatoes, the best chips ever and quinoa and corn salads arrived followed by huge sizzling prawns all washed down with white wine.  Then a chicken curry, but unlike anything we had tasted before and last of the savoury courses, the most beautiful piece of steak.  Our special pudding was a plate covered in edible drawings of flowers with assorted sorbets.  When we thought it was all over, the waiter brought sugar cane liqueur and another one which tasted of Tia Maria.  A fabulous meal.  Then came the fun bit; they didn't seem up to speed on who was paying, so after about 10 minutes, Pete gave them Diego's number.  Several calls and another 10 minutes with us feeling a bit like naughty children waiting to see the head, they said it was all OK and we could go.  We decided to walk back to the hotel.

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