Top Coffee

I wake up at midday. Wheezing, snotty and with stiff muscles I get up and head out for a Saltenas breakfast at the usual. The waitress knows me and my order; 2 x Saltenas and an Inca Cola. A busker comes in and starts strumming his guitar. In the Gringo restaurants buskers come in and play traditional Adean music. I note that here in a local restaurant the busker plays The Beatles and other Gringo music I recognise!

I pay off the rest of my Salkantay trek at X-Treme. They came recommended by Sean &Monika for that's who they did their Machu Picchu trek with.

I go back to the Top Coffee Bar. I never ventured in last time but I think Sean and Mark were correct, in the evenings it may well be more than a cafe. Again the waitress is decked out in a very short mini-skirt. I assume it's part of the uniform. On the back wall were hung larger than life posters of seductive strippers. In the middle of the venue was a shiny aluminium stage / mini cat walk with seats around it. I write my journal over a coffee or two. It is indeed Top Coffee - the best I've had in Cusco! An espresso shot served in a tiny cup of hot milk. Mmmm...

Dinner was back at the Japanese restaurant. The food was mighty tasty once again although I did trap a couple of cockroaches under various cups and plates and waited for the waitress to clear up. The ensuing squeals as they wriggled free across the table told me she was not too amused! Bed for 22:30.

Posted by Steve Eynon