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In Patagonia until the end of the world in Chile Bolivia Dalla

Street from San Pedro to La Serena.
A night bus and disembark in the charming seaside town, or so I was expecting, the sky is covered with gray clouds, I only takes a few seconds of observation to decide what to do.

Calle de Valparaiso

Return, I make the rounds of companies and choose the bus to Valparaiso which starts later in order to visit the city.
further eight hours by bus.
Arrive in Valpo that there is still light, I find a great hostel just opened in the enthusiastic owner indicates all the places to go and where not to go in the city, in the end the night I shared a chorillana the restaurant with him and his friends , very good thing that enabled me to spend a night on the Chilean living in the country more in one night than I could do in a few days. In these
I also afflicted days to decide on my next trip, I tried flying trains and buses, reasoned on the days and places to visit if you go there or not. In the end I decided to reach Ushuaia, the last bastion before where human nature with its imperviousness wrote about an expanse of liquid and solid water " ultimate .
have 70 hours of bus: In the morning I board early to Santiago and two hours after arriving in the Chilean capital, I have time to visit until 22 after 8 hours in a bus makes me cross the border, two other stamps the wishes of the passport cop who noted that it is my birthday and new country, finally Argentina.
Arrive at the bus station to Mendosa at 4 am, thinking they can take a bus to Bariloche for lunch time waited patiently on a bench in the terminal with an Argentine company that screams at every bus that comes, "Change pesos Argentinos Chileno, Change! Change! "
The timing was wrong the first bus leaves at 20 to Bariloche and arrives at 13, amen, I have more time for the city. Having stayed a few hours I was exhausted and walking for so long is not easy, I fall asleep on a park bench.

Patagonia

Bariloche, it seems to be the Alps, the town overlooks a lake surrounded by snow-capped peaks, the course is full of shops that make and sell chocolate at the end I can not help but get into one with a chocolate fountain and devour all kinds of crap for sale. Spend five hours waiting for the bus I board again, 32 hours, starting at 20, 26 at 3:45 arrival of 28 ...

I remember that after less than two months after my departure, when I was still in New Zealand, I calculated the time spent on means of transport such as buses and aircraft, and was about a week, I dare not imagine now what it is. At the end of these six months I spent two months sleeping and perhaps almost as many Coach ... Better not think about it.

we're just tourists on the bus at the end of the trip I pulled out the theory that the Argentinians even if they have relatives in the south prefer to let them die instead of repeating the long journey.
The 32 hours pass quickly in the end, now I am used to the usual routine: film-sleep-sleep look at the landscape-something-more-sleep-eat-sleep, to run the fastest time will take care of the ' atmosphere that is created by people who have come together in this killed me: how a small school trip. Time passes and fly to El Calafate, which almost do not want to get off the bus:
a) because I think the place I spent more time in recent months
b) outside is cold as hell are the 4 and I have no intention of paying a hostel for six hours at full price.

Perito Moreno took a smaller piece as it falls

I stop one night in El Calafate and the next day I go to see one of the world's most famous glaciers. I also had the chance to admire a piece of ice break off and fall into the water. I mean, not a small piece of ice or snow pellets falling all the time, but pretty much a big as a bus maybe bigger (now known as I read that I compared him to a bus now I see them everywhere), distanced himself slowly falling in the water with a thunderous roar of huge waves propagating as a result.

Back to Calafate I took the first bus to Ushuaia, Tierra del Fuego, the last town before Antarctica. Are another 18 hours, starting at 3 am. We cross the Strait of Magellan with a barge carrying only us and the coaches, nearly 500 years ago died for us through this channel and instead scrausa with a boat in less than 10 minutes we are on the other side.

The bus, alas, is not one of those "sudamericanstyle" but it is a normal, awkward journey rewarded by the beautiful landscapes that I look out the window, and the idea of \u200b\u200breach (almost) the end of the world!

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Tommy Flynns Winery and Farmhouse Iuzzolino Filomena

Farm and Farmhouse Iuzzolino Filomena

Contrada Coste - Ricigliano ( SA)
Tel 0828/953193 - 334/7528542 - Closed?
Type of cuisine: homemade
Price: low
Overall rating: 5 / 5

Directions: from Salerno, take the Salerno - Reggio Calabria, and exit at Sicignano. Then proceed towards San Magno Greogorio / Buccino, then for Ricigliano. You will find the room below the main road, indicated by a sign not too visible. So look for signs! You can park in front of the room without problems and without abuse. The programming

Otto of cinemas throughout Italy, but especially those bells
(for obvious reasons) has been monopolized by the film "Welcome to the South" by Luca Minieri, a nice remake of French film ("Welcome to the Sticks") a few year ago. The plot is very basic: a Director posed of the province of Milan tries to cheat their superiors pretending disabled to become director of a subsidiary of Milan, but once discovered is sent for punishment in the south, in the province of "Napoli". Of course, part load
prejudices, thinking to get into a violent place ruled by the Camorra, full of garbage and shootings and murders everyday, but the reality is quite different, slowly discovers that the people of the south are polite, friendly and warm, that there is no crime, etc.. etc. So much for the plot. Now we come to the criticism. I have rarely seen a more pointless and mystifying
film of "Welcome to the South." First the location: a film that should be set in Naples is turned Castellabate, Cilento charming village which contains within it many pearls unknown to most. A clean, healthy air and food, zero crime, with collection rates high, beautiful scenery and artistic
to no end. We want instead to talk of the province of Naples? An abortion urban surrounding the capital from all directions, with a very high percentage of offenders, held at 41a, illegal construction to no end, of each material abusive
landfills, water perennially dirty (the second Gulf piùà polluted in the world after that of Bangkok, word Ganapini). And let's stop here, which is better. Then we want to talk about a big slice of the population? At best, complicit with the Camorra,
which gives them the bread and pottage, ready to cheer on their fathers when they leave the police station-masters, to attack the police in case of raids or arrests, completely oblivious to each form of historical and scenic beauty, and their heartbreaking and disgusting neomelodica to make the background music for any occasion more or less happy. We want to talk about safety and livability? Just today 26/10/2010 Casoria there was an assault on an armored car and killed a security guard with a shooting resulting in the street, and yesterday Afragola there was another shootout (fortunately without dead) for a bank robbery. And I want to stop here, even if to say there would be many. What I want to say is that the Cilento, fortunately, is light years away from the province of Naples, and that the director would do well to run their course Secondigliano film in the post office closed after a robbery. So was also more comfortable without customers and staff ....
Ops, but we had to talk about a restaurant or not? Ok, I'll talk about a restaurant Cilento, who has nothing to do with Naples and its troubled province. We Ricigliano, a town famous for its bread, to the farm "Iuzzolino Filomena." It 's a beautiful Saturday in October, the sky is slightly cloudy by clouds, but luckily no rain. We arrive at the restaurant after a stop for a drink in downtown after a Buccino and played football with Supersantos, just to acknowledge us, we sit in the large room already furnished (we had booked) and now the very nice Mr. Gregory brings us bread and wine red table cloth on our course red and white checkered. Then came the really good starter country, with cold cuts and cheeses, then four dishes of delight: cunzato potatoes, endive, white beans and tomato salad
. Already half-full (unlike the other patrons of the place, all over 120 pounds, our stomachs have little capacity, and it is a sin) comes to the table we see a beautiful tray of dumplings (scazzatielli, it says here) to be dressed with ricotta salata. And it is only the first first, having followed them since the excellent ravioli, homemade (and hear!). Time for a toast to "those who do not see the bottom does not see the world" and are ready for a good mix of roast pork, lamb and veal, with many non-frozen French fries. Before the cake is also the time to chat with the owner, Gregory, who apologized to us because his wife has prepared the donuts. Just as well, one more reason to return! We return, and how we taste freselle with vin santo dessert, we would have preferred the donuts are hot but we are happy anyway. We pay (14 euro per person for all that you have read, interesting, right?) and not being in the province of Naples that we are not taken to wearing a helmet (see here ). Salute you, thank you, but first we have to pay toll to go to an old peasant woman who, almost compulsively, counsels us to buy its delicacies. My friends and I we manage with a bottle of wine, corn, squash and beans, although she had wanted buy more. I have just the 16, so we decide for a B2B (back to Buccino) for another cake, ice cream and another cup of coffee and a nice walk to the castle overlooking the old town. Town, so to speak, because almost all the houses are now abandoned and sold, and chatting with the friendly and talkative people
discover that they are at low prices: there are houses of two rooms that are sold even at 7,000 € (seven thousand, you read that right). Let us return to our cars fantasy, some more than others, moving to Buccino and compete for the office of mayor, at least to improve the manholes slippery when it rains. That is, the local council and the hike at all, slightly less than the first film. Welcome to the south, welcome Cilento.

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the border

Last night was the coldest in Bolivia, despite the icy wind that are pulled out and started walk kicking the rocks looking for the last time the Bolivian sky seems to me unlike any other place. I continue to walk without a direction, it does not matter when you have nothing around, I had already noticed yesterday afternoon in the salar when you have a boundless territory all the same limited only by the horizon begins to walk without stopping. A look back at me is the sun went down behind me, leaving me almost completely in the dark, I have to go back, fortunately I have my torch Quechua fantastic with me.

walk half an hour to go, the darkness does not create problems, I see perfectly the distant lights of the building housing my bed last night, also to keep me company I have the sound of cold wind that blows in my face and I have to drive the alternator to keep the torch lit. Half an hour of "gneek gneek gneek" some people have become so crazy. When I am almost at my destination I hear some noise around me, fortunately it was not an alpaca spit but came to the little fox that ran into the hotel to scrounge leftovers from customers, I renamed Rommel came to me hoping to have some cookies to give him, or even frozen to die so that I can eat my carcass.

Valley of the Moon

The next day we leave at 4:30, the night did not fifteen tells us the drive and even when we are starting below zero up to San Pedro de Atacama I feel his toes when frozen as scio. We make a few stops in other lagoons gyeser and thermal waters and then I unload at the border. Already we note here the difference between Chile and Bolivia: the border is nothing more than a little house in the middle of the desert where Bolivian cancel the visa and a bar would have to capture purely useless car, I say useless because they are two days that we go in desert where the road is everywhere it's not that hard to work around this border, just after the bar passes the sign that marks where the imaginary line that demarcates the Bolivian territory, three feet past the sign "Republica de Chile" and the exact point into which is placed perfectly paved road begins a new without holes with well-painted stripes.

The driver let me say here that I take a bus that passes in a quarter of an hour, again with the French to take them to Uyuni leaving them to wait in vain. After half an hour nothing ... I'm just the two soldiers and a few car going to cross the border. I ask the soldiers if they know when it arrives. They tell me that he left an hour earlier, then the driver or did not know or have been late and did a blind eye. A few seconds of terror to my fate, then I wonder if I take and pass other buses, yes, it relaxes me. Paid for the ticket and the bus takes me no problems in Chile, an hour's journey on a road Normal is so comfortable that I fall asleep.

Sunset over the valley of the moon

I wake up when we get to the immigration office Chilean definitely return here in the civilized world: a scanner examines the contents of each bag, to fools who could not be seized coca leaves. The city seems almost incredible to see Chilean who speak English without any problems, Europeans working, women with normal clothes instead of those typical Andean hats for men, and when you sit at the restaurant if a dog tries to get him out. I'll be back after a

month, then, in a civilized world and how we see the difference. I already miss the food prepared on the street, people you selling the fruit resting on the ground, and chaotic markets. The only thing I have left is the desert. Pure food is different. Tap water is drinkable! And do not rationed! Hot shower! Repurchase at least a bit of comfort that I had forgotten the past few days Bolivians.

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Mine in Potosi

After isla del sol I go to La Paz, Sucre and Potosi, where within a claustrophobic mine, which falls of 700 meters in the mountains, in the days when they pulled out of the Chileans, it reassured me for anything because the machine was ready to get us out of a few hundred kilometers.

Island in the middle of the Salar

From I head to Potosi Tupiza a city whose surroundings are full of wild west-style landscapes, the best thing is that bolivia in a few hours bus radically change scenarios. I take the bus the night is 8 hours journey. Now known to be a different coach: first is not one of those comfortable with plenty of room for the legs which the South america me used, there is not even the bathroom, not that one can not survive for eight hours without a bathroom but his absence only means that as soon as the doors close you run away despite having done so to become dehydrated while waiting for good, then the rest is, when the bus is fully loaded ready to go brings another dozen people who go to place in the hallway ... After less than an hour from the start we leave the paved road, the journey continues through bumps and vibrations nailed to avoid the holes bigger, after a few hours in those conditions begin to feel a vague sense of nausea that grows more and more to make me pull the party out of the window, not having dined he saved. Finally the bus stop to the 'motorway services' to go to the bathroom. Autogrill: in a house with no bathroom and some fries for sale, this is where I realize I'm the only one not on Bolivian buses, people staring at me as if I were an alien, a month ago I would have taken a heart attack a similar situation, but now no longer intimidates me and started talking to a guy who has a shirt of AS Roma.

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After two nights I go to Tupiza to Uyuni, the road is dirt again but at least see the view helps me to distract me from the nausea and passengers are again some standing and all Bolivians. In 8 hours of travel I know a Bolivian lawyer for the first time traveling in the south of his country, I find that their president earns € 500 per month (and after seeing his home in La Paz it does not surprise me that much ) after it begins to harass any kind of embarrassing questions, for example: "I am more distant the United States or Italy?" Making even see the ignorance as it relates to the country. From here later in the desert, the first part is mountainous, sometimes the bus stop to download someone to naught or change a tire, we drilled five times but they seem accustomed to the question whether given in each city to leave the flat tire repair in a workshop and take another, probably pierced the day before. The second half of the journey there is even more vague piece of land called the road, we proceed in a flat sandy desert and I'm pretty sure that the way to orient the driver was following in the footsteps of the first coaches in the past.
Arrival in Uyuni starting point for the tour of the salar and cross the border with Chile, the city is simply a cluster of agencies that sell various travel packages, follow the advice of an Italian just met and I book a tour two nights. Uyuni in the evening to have the first signs of climate that awaits me: the night the temperature gets to minus two, so I woke up with frozen toes. Even showers will not speak here, have rationed water and want to let it get cold for 50 bolivianos.

Laguna Colorada

My tour mates are four French snooty at all happy to have me among them from what little I understood when they talked to each other, not that I'm happy to be with four people with whom I have no way to communicate if you do not make him a drawing. The tour begins with the vast Salar de Uyuni, a white expanse of salt, which I remember a yellow because you're forced to keep his sunglasses. Continue entering Bolivia in the dryness part of the Atacama desert, attraverdso thermal waters and lagoons full of colorful flamingos. The temperature becomes more rigid and the night falls to less than fifteen, as staying in hotels built with mud bricks and straw, and even the roof is of straw are forced to sleep with his jacket inside the sleeping bag, at least after this proved to be an unnecessary weight ...

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Bolivia Salar de Uyuni: Isla del Sol on the

There is still a decent connection so I can not put photos of Bolivia are those of this post from google

back from Machu Picchu in Cusco I spent another night in the evening after I got the bus to Lake Titicaca. How many backpackers from suggeritomi instead of stopping to Puno I crossed the border with Bolivia and went straight to Copacabana. At six o'clock in the morning makes us get off the bus and boarded up for twenty minutes in a combination that brings us to the border: a dirt road with a chain to lock the car and two armed soldiers.
Hurry border red tape and got a new stamp on my passport to another minibus takes us to the city by the lake. Here along with an English and a kiwi I decide to go to sleep for a night sull'isla instead of only in the city. The next two days I will confirm that it was one of my best ideas in recent months. Lake Titicaca is immense looking in places you do not see the land seems almost a sea water quiet and smooth. My boat is very slow, all others pass us and reach their destination in half the time, I console myself appreciating the scenery, beautiful, but in a few hours I would see better. From the port, an endless staircase leads to the town, it takes 20 minutes to make it to the first hostel, where he arrived out of breath (remember that the lake is at almost 4000m above sea level) I have no intention to seek shelter and ask the price of a room : 25 bolivianos! the exchange rate with the euro is almost 1 to 10! One German calls after me the price in English and she is 30! Fantastic, private room overlooking the lake. This is another of those places where people live outside world: no running water, a source of drinking water wells in the port a few meters from the lake. Women and mules are loaded back up and down all day jerry cans of water and bags of food to fill the reserves of the houses, people cultivate potatoes raising llamas or even their back from the port loading sacks of cement and other building materials, the island has in fact recently discovered the richness of tourism, the houses have turned us all into a pension for economic and meet the growing demand we are building more buildings to accommodate tourists and rest, in short I could see natural beauty before man destroys it in order to allow more people to see what there will be no more.
I know a couple of Brits and their head for the ruins of the island, after a short walk to see them from afar and captivates me, then decided to leave the two Englishmen on their own and begin to climb the terraces, the island is completely terraced to the top. The other side of the mountain hid a beautiful bay, a Norwegian fjord in miniature, at that moment I decided that I would have spent more than a night on the island. Meanwhile, a pastor known as a Bolivian that I sat staring at the horizon, the poor guy probably wanted to sit in a little peace after a hard day's work but I completely indifferent to this eventuality I sat next to him and started to speak, after the initial pleasantries, I asked him what was grown on the island and in that moment he began a dissertation on the potatoes 10 minutes, he knew all of the potatoes ...
the evening I go to dinner with a group of Londoners, needless to say that the conversation ended up in London excluding them from the conversation.
I remade leaving the restaurant, given the total absence of lights on the island and the enormous distance that separates it from any other town in the sky you can see an unimaginable quantity of stars, some seem larger than others, but after closer inspection you can see that they are simply more nearby stars.

The best was yet to come, the day after I wake up with the chickens at dawn, my room faces east and light tents do not prevent the sun just risen to share it. I have breakfast and I just put it into gear to reach the northern tip of the island, it would take three hours but after about half the time I climbed on the terraces feel the effort and go back after a week still I'm used to the altitude . Is ° I returned home I put on the terrace on the moleskine to write and sew the banners on the backpack. Yesterday, the scene was a beautiful blue expanse with another island in the center and the horizon obscured by clouds. Now something has changed, fortunately, a small island and lake are still in place, but more clouds are thinned out in the distance to the center of my view there are four jagged snowy peaks cut in half by some cloud, surrounded by barren hills burnt by sun, the braying of a donkey in the distance adds color to the landscape. Here we should probably

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From the top of the pass

Early next morning I go check-out and head to the address where I wait for the minibus To begin the trek. In the group are all but two English Argentina. At 7:00 we leave for our first stop: a step Andes at 4,300 meters above sea level. From there we catapult down the downhill mountain bike to reach the village of Santa Maria.

It takes half a day's downhill, there is also offered lunch: with unleavened bread into a slices.
I have no desire to star in describing the scenery, however spectacular, which I saw as we descended, the thing that most impressed me during these four days are the places where these people live. Completely isolated from the hours away our civilization, those who are not in the villages living in another world: no electricity in some cases as the only livelihood her chickens the land for farming and barter when it needs something that can not self-produce, also remedied for some soles from us tourists you want to take a picture.

The center of santa maria

arrived in Santa Maria is the crossroads at which I was a city which in Italy would call "slums." Asphalt is not existed for many kilometers before the roof is always a corrugated iron and often the walls, the bricks of the houses outside the villages are made from mud and straw third element that I do not know, being in the middle of the jungle and a river in the Andean air, there are more insects that nitrogen atoms. From 3 to 6 at some point you have to keep a hand in front of your nose and mouth to avoid inhaling any fly. Then flies that are not common: they have a yellow body and despite the repellent bite and suck blood, in contrast to our lovely now after the bite of these mosquitoes (cursed) is not just a bubble, but leaving a few drops of blood, the continuous shall ignite scratching the bite, if you can stand the itch is just a red dot on the skin.
I wanted to say something about these small towns in the middle of the Andes, but digression on the mosquitoes made me forget everything.

few hours before the collapse

The hostel is very basic (even if a synonym can be more emphatic: Peruvian) only one bathroom for about thirty people window my room is broken, newspaper and scotch replace the glass very well. I'm in a room with two Englishmen, three came at us while we throw on the bed and wonder what we can do until dinner the guide offers us rafting. The river for the rafting I had my first encounter with the multitude of insects that is here, after a dip in the river I found myself on a calf a species of earthworm. In the evening we went to the restaurant for a menu applicant in the next four days: soup and rice, not bad at first because they have a great variety of soups, but the third time you feel the need of something substantial.

The second day, another early, the five already on the march in the street you only see the village children who go to take the colectivos that will take them to school, the nearest town that resembles something civilized is a couple of hours away, the distance is not excessive, but the lack of a proper road makes traveling much slower and more difficult.

picure

The first 5km is not difficult, it's cool to walk up along the river (killed insects), to give me more energy as we all chew coca leaves, is a strange feeling to have in pocket for a bag whose contents I think I would be arrested in Italy but here it is perfectly legal, even across the various plantations of coca has the same effect.
After an hour we leave the river and start to climb up the mountain every half hour walk to meet Peruvian women with their traditional costumes and hats for men, selling water and the farther we get from the village as the price rises. After a couple of hours we reach an isolated house on a mountain ridge, there are hammocks for rest and a kind of miniature zoo to ask for money to those who pass if he wants to take pictures with animals, the most interesting is a picure stealing bottles of gatorade and drink content.

my decline started around midday, as I was told that he would not cold but I took the cap fleece jacket and hat from Peru, a serious mistake ago inhuman and a warm hat that makes things worse, I arrive at the restaurant for lunch with a headache and not even touch my epic fantastic soup, in theory, three other hour walk separate us from the hot springs and from there another half hour to the next village. I do I can do it and together with a Chilean who has touched my own fate I do bring to the village by the owner The rough road is not helping my headache.
Santa Teresa, about one thousand inhabitants of the village is located 32km from yesterday, is a bit more developed than the first: the main street is paved and cemented, but there is also a pharmacy, I came back this very useful Having not brought them aspirin and paracetamol do not even the dissenter because I thought I would just be unlucky to get sick in these 4 days. In the pharmacy there are two women who do not give the impression of knowing what you sell but when you have no choice ...

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I sleep all afternoon and evening the headache I was completely spent. Soup for dinner again, to enliven the evening will take care of a monkey who sneaks into the restaurant and starts running for the tables, taking bread, drinking from glasses and jumping into the soup of some hapless bystander nell'ilarità, the monkey will disappear within a lot in the hands of the owner of the restaurant. After that I stop eating and go to the pharmacy to ask for something to prevent the fever as I start to feel bad, arrival in the room with no energy, I have to lie down before engaging in a bloody battle with the bugs that I discovered live in my own room. It will survive one, which despite having walked twice managed to escape through a hole in the wall, I spent the night with the lights on in terror to come back to avenge his comrades. Obviously, the beetle has not come but the fever.

"The Station"

The third day was not quite able to walk, then why I have abandoned the risotrante near the railroad linking Santa Teresa to Agua Calientes the only sign of civilization in these lands lost. I wait until the evening sleeping on a hammock in the restaurant. Also take the train here is a special event: there is a station, only one track in the mountains around it and Peruvian tourists with huge bags as suitcases waiting. The mountain is too steep for the train before it leaves the valley must undertake a march back and forth four or five times. The arrival in Agua Calientes is much folklore: the tracks crossing the main street and is downloaded on the sidewalk in front of restaurants.

the fourth day are resurrected in time in time for Machu Picchu at dawn in a row I start to get a ticket and I can also do a good walk of 4 hours. But as they say luck is blind but bad luck sees us well: shortly after they entered the archaeological site of the engine that pulls the lens of the camera ceases to perform his duty ...

And finally Machu Picchu

end of this interminable post ...

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Meltin' Cook

Meltin 'Cook

N. Via Farina 12 - Baronissi (SA)
Tel 089953397 -3292712346 - Closed Sunday
Type of cuisine: from around the world
Price: low
Overall rating: 5 / 5

Getting there: The restaurant is located behind the town of Baroda, and then you can get in the center at the town hall and then take the road that takes you slightly uphill directly to the premises.

Baronissi, Salerno, Campania. Not for long, perhaps. There is a project that would in fact join the three provinces of Campania virtuous in a new region with its romantic name of "Silene" (from Sileni, ancient gods who are supposed to have lived in these places). Major proponents of this initiative are precisely the municipalities of Cava de 'Tirreni, Baronissi Roccagloriosa and, in fact. We do not know if it goes through or will be resolved in the classic joke
drip consensus, it is important to know that still do not have to go for a passport or customs to come to the Meltin 'Cook. It 's a warm Friday evening in October, and for an evening the quiet town of valel dell'Irno turns into a corner of Catalonia, thanks to the evening of English cuisine of Meltin 'Cook. Luckily we had booked, as
we realize that the room, very nice and cozy, everything is already full. We settle, there is proposed as a starter and a good plate of tortilla en escabeche, basically a potato omelet served cold with a fresh tomato sauce to cover it entirely, very good. To drink a pitcher of sangria good and sweet with chunks of fish. We continue with the arrival of the queen of English cuisine, paella, famous beyond the borders of the Iberian
for its simplicity but also for his kindness. Also tasted the Meltin 'Cook is no different in its variant mar y tierra, with lobster, mussels, clams, chicken and pork, peas and peppers (and perhaps I forgot some ingredients). Close the menu (the fraction of the cost of 15 €, including the sangria) fabada the Asturian, a pan full of pork with baked beans and spicy cake (big ones, for instance), accompanied by croutons. Delicious, my favorite dish of the triptych. We can not prevent us from entering into a delicious dinner with a crema catalana, good, and so delicate that it melts in your mouth. Account for only 18 € (in practice the 15 fixed menu of English plus three of the cake), deserved a dinner that leaves no doubt an empty stomach, in fact. A praise to the staff of then Meltin 'Cook and his passion for catering and for experimentation. Be revisited at all, so here the culinary varies continuously (in addition to the Friday evenings of international cuisine, there are also those of regional Italian cuisine on Thursday: the local search on Facebook to stay up to date).

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Plaza de Armas (Cusco)

I'm back to writing sitting on a pile of cushions in the garden of the hostel because it is the only place where I can get the wireless connection and an outlet eletrica without the rain was wet. I arrived yesterday in Cuzco (or Cusco or Cusq 'depends on what the cartel laws), this tourist mecca of South America is the pride of Peru, all persons crossing this country can not avoid stopping here to reach Machu Picchu. I'm not having problems then I did for the altitude 10 meters with the shopping bags and I felt like I ran a marathon. I met with two Argentinian and they are now going to get a beer in the evening. They tried to speak Italian, English I, the result was that after a few minutes talking about a new language was a mix of English and Italian so much fantasy The day after I won the anxiety due to an infusion of coca leaves I have the guys who work in the hostel, the energizing effect is like that of a red bull and it helps a little.

Cuzco

The center of the colonial city is very nice, outside the tourist area but the houses are mostly made with mud bricks, according to local traditions.

Pigs in the Mercado de Santa Clara

My ultimate goal this morning was the Monastery of Santa Clara, closed, so I diverted to a covered market near the church, in were also prepared various banquet food: I began my culinary tour by an old lady with a cart that was selling for only a fifth of hard-boiled eggs (maybe) quail covered with a green sauce, this was the appetizer, for lunch I stayed true to a bank where there were less ambulatory some Peruvians, I took for 5 soles ceviche (raw fish) served with rice, onions, garlic, chili beans and corn on the cob roasted camote (sweet potato orange) all accompanied by a glass of a drink from the yellowish color that I think I understand is a sort of beer made from corn . For dinner today I noticed last night stalls selling skewers of giant.

Banquet of ceviche market

In recent days I have been able to visit Huacachina and Nazca (or Nasca). The first is a lagoon surrounded by hotels and restaurants surrounded by huge sand dunes, a road linking it to the Ica rest is just desert. In the afternoon, with two Israelis, a New Zealander and I rode a dune buggy through the desert surrounding the oasis. With the machine gave us wooden planks similar to snowboard for sandboarding do.

Huacachina desert view from

I could not do without to engage in this discipline but with poor results: every meter falling and eating large amounts of sand.

Sandboarding

Nazca is rather barren and desolate places in the desert, famous for the lines of the same name. Two hours of bus normal lead me in the cradle of the ancient Nazca civilization, on the bus I know a girl from Hong Kong (Hong Kongese?) Aimed at Arequipa, at each stop along the way saliva people trying to sell something to the passengers, needless to say that with me and the Asian furiously especially as the only non-Peruvians aboard. I was only at Nazca in the afternoon, just long enough to see the lines, just got off the train I headed to the airport where I took an airplane to fly, say airplane because it was small: four seats and the wind had made him "drift "like a laser without drift. A fast-paced definitely do not recommend that experience. In the evening I won my foolish fears, and I strolled through the center of nazca eating in a restaurant with a dog under the table that I can not wait to fall a piece of meat.

This is a plane not a car

returned to the bus station, I waited until one o'clock at night in the company of a pair of France he was doing for the second time around the world (in the first ten years ago it was known) only difference is that now the first time backpackers are traveling with children 8 and 6 years!! Epic. The bus
in 16 hours led me to Cuzco, I came to hate me by the hostess because towards the end of the trip have bingo on the bus, and win a return ticket to Lima totally useless to me I played just to pass the time but when I saw that the first time I managed to win this game I was unable to keep from screaming, "Bingo!" of course I refused the prize and then the hostess had to redeploy the folder and start all over again.

Now I'll try to acclimate to the altitude to continue the trek to Machu Picchu 4 days and then go to Puno altitude 3800 meters above sea level.