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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