Leavin' the Wankas

I get the feeling our efforts aren't really as appreciated here as much as our money is, so we won't be hanging around any longer than necessary. In Arequipa, we'll have to pay for our accommodation, but at least we can stay in a hostel of our choice. All they ask from us is that we're willing to work. As it should be!
The altitude sickness is definitely a lot better now. Either that or I just got used to the headache. One should never wander too far from a toilet however, although I'm not sure if that's due to altitude. An over-active digestion system is one of the symptoms, although thankfully not life-threatening.

I still have to write about Huancayo itself, and promise to do so before we leave. A little taster for starters: The name of the city, Huancayo, comes from the local people, the Wankas. They wanted the Spanish to know exactly who they were when they arrived in the 16th century. "¡Wanka, yo!" they proclaimed. (I am a Wanka.) The name stuck, and "I am Wanka" is immortalised now in the city's name. We should have known...
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