I really didn't want to stop here but, the next bus out was at 10pm the next day. I wanted to take a cab to this recommended hostal but the taxi driver insisted that I walk to a hotel really close to the bus station. OK. I checked it out. didn't like it and it was far from everything. I ended up brushing the guy off and walked with my pack in this desert heat for about an hour to the hostal I wanted.
Spanish Inquisition Museum
This was all explained in Spanish and I was too tired to try to understad. There was a courtroom and windows to the torture chambers. She described the water torture, the hanging-weight-on-limbs torture and the wheel. Luckily, I studied this in university so not understanding was OK. Not as gruesome as I hoped it would be.
China town / Main market
Now this was a proper Chinatown. All those foods I miss at home were available here. And so was everything else you can think of. Next to Chinatown was the main market. Instead of wares on the streets like Bolivia, here were storefronts. On the streets, there were also vendors holding everything from food to bra straps, shouting their various goods to passer-bys. Spanning over 4 blocks, possibly more (all I was able to navigate), the streets were packed with customers and vendors alike. I kept a close hand by my pockets in case of pick-pocketers. I bought a Chinese egg-custard tart, a lo-mai-chi (glutenous sweet pastry) and a bun with a hot dog in it (typical Chinese pastry). There was even Reese's peanut butter cups for sale. Almost bought one, but $3.50 soles was not a bargain. Oh and "siew lap." Various Chinese styled BBQ meats. Done proper. Almost makes me homesick. Almost.
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