Cajamarca

This morning Scott and I got off of a 15 hour busride from Lima to Cajamarca, an ancient Incan city that has been sacked by everybody with an army because of its gold production. There are less Spanish genes in this city, and for this reason, the girls are much less hot; however, the landscape is beautiful. The land is much greener, and the mountains are all covered with beautiful trees. The Peruvian houses have a way of seeming very innocent in their desruction of nature, as if their beige coloring makes them seem like parts ofnature themselves. We took a bath in the Banos del Inca, for 5 soles, then I got a 30 minute massage for 20 soles. She told me I was muy tenso... but I thnk that mesuses justsay you were tense so you feel the need to come back to them, thus giving them more money.
After ourbaths we metwith a guia (guide) who is going to take us on a 19 kilometer hike across the Incan highway, where we are going to see the ruins of many Incan temples. He told us that he would come over with his fresh blend of coca leavs (which all the locals chew the same way Americans drink Starbucks). Yes... cocaine is made out of these leaves, but the leaves, when chewed, are barely different than a cup of coffee, except for the fact that they relieve the headache brought about by the high altitude.
Since this city has so much history, having been conquered by the Incans, Spanish, Chileans, and various tribes, Scott and I visited an ancient ruin of a room that was once filled with gold. After Pizarro took the Incan king, Atahualpa, hostage, the king offered to fill a room with goal up to the line made by how high Pizaro´s tallest man could reach, in exchange for his life. It took the Spanish months to take out all the gold, and once it was in Spanish possession, Atahualpa was hung.
FInally, Scott and I went to the highest point in Cajamarca to look at the city. Once there, I decided (since fortune tellers are so cheap) to get my fortune told by everyone I see to find out if there is any continuity throughout all their readings or if fortune telling is just a bunch of crock. For 10 soles, he read my palm with some degree of accuracy (although much of the information he told me could have come from logical conclusions based on how I was travelling in Peru at the age of 20). Anyway- when he got to the card portion, everything he said seemed like total bullshit. He just kept repeatign the same generic answers over and over again. Basically, I haven´t lost faith in palm reading, because I see how genes that regulate determination, success, and intelligence, could also regulate lines on the hand. Plus, my palm readig was AWESOME. He told me that I take after my father, both of my parents have great hearts (and so do I), I will hook up with tons of caliente senoritas until I get marriedafter visiting tons of countries, I will be very rich, I have no fear of danger, I will be very wealthy, and I will be very successful in mycareer. Oh yeah- very long life. That too. He said there is a sadnes at my house, but overall we are happy. He also, surprising, told me about a neck soreness that I have had for many weeks. I´m not sure if palm reading is fake or not... time will tell.
OK TIMES UP BYE