I wake up feeling rotten. I have to check out of the room at 11am but I don t fancy being on the streets all day until 10pm when the bus to Huaraz leaves. I decide to pay for an extra night and it means I can stay in bed until the evening.
I read and doze. I picked up Robert Harris latest novel, The Ghost in a book exchange in Cusco and I begin to fly through it as I turn the pages, lost in the story. Sometime towards midday I m shaken from the world of Robert Harris novel back to the present as the sounds of a couple in the room above...... ¨being very noisy¨. The noise they make seeps into my room and begins to fill it. In fact their noises are seeping into virtually every room in the hostel, moaning and groaning, moaning and.....groaning. The hostel has three floors and all the rooms face out on to the same side of the building. Each room has an open wooden grille running along the top of the room over the door and window. Sounds move in and out of these room very easily.
This noise continues off and on all day. It becomes irritating then annoying. Everybody can hear it. There are families staying here staying semi long term. There are children and old people as well as backpackers. This couple make the place sounds as if its a brothel. 3 times people go and tell them to be quiet but its as if they want everyone to hear them. It was bordering on public disorder. It was ridiculous, ignorant. It turns out they re French.
In between times I manage to finish the ghost. In the evening I take a taxi out to the Cruz del Sur depot and board the bus to Huaraz.
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