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This is the story of a great morning in Cusco shopping for lunch things and snacks to take to Machu Picchu, buying new sneakers, a constipated dog, brass band, dancing girls, men in masks, dancing gorillas and a misheard description of the event. So if this is Tuesday, it must be Belgium! It was good to go to the supermercado and just be normal. Somewhere I read that taking food to Machu Picchu was a good idea because you could then avoid having to go out and in through the turnstiles. Yes, Machu Picchu has turnstiles. Cusco supermarkets are wonderful: Aladdin's caves full of chica morada lollies, fried corn kernel snacks, kiwicha cookies, aguaymanto jam, and things we couldn't use like quinoa or amaranth flour, and boot polish which I could use.
Unusually, there was great mirth at the checkouts. The constipated dog had arrived. No one was concerned but barking in a supermarket did seem a little unusual. He did seem to get bored and leave without too much encouragement, and was later seen, still straining on the footpath and continuing to amuse passers by while nail polish was sourced from the nearby pharmacy to patch a hole in my pack cover. Return to the hotel was interrupted by a procession. You could feel it as much as anything. Three marching base drums will do that. After following the procession until they got tired and sat down to drink beer, an explanation was sought from the hotel desk. It was some celebration to do with Belgium. Alright, I admit that the pronunciation of virgin can sound a bit like Belgium, and sighting of a banner on the cathedral cleared up the matter as a procession for the Virgin Rosario. However, nobody has been able to explain the gorillas. Me bolo, I 42 but say 29........