Beer Fest

No rush this morning. I rise at 7:45 and have a shower. What can I say? I’ve into got the habit of getting up early.

Breakfast is the same as every day. Scrambled egg, cheese and fruit. But with an extra portion of fruit. And lots of coffee. I need to kick start my day. Us oldies need some help getting started in the morning.

Back in my room, I write up yesterday. I’m being very diligent. I’ll need very good notes. As I’ll only be home for around 40 hours before I head off to Folkestone with Mikey. Not much time to write any blogposts until I get back from there. You have to think ahead in the blogging game. Well, if you’re insane enough to post every day like I do.

Other than writing, I’m taking it very easy. Yesterday was long and tiring. Some rest will do me good. Can’t go overdoing it.

The beer festival starts at noon. No point getting there too early. Arriving at 14:00, I discover hall that is a deserted, save for the staff. I get myself a Bock and sit down. And listen to the music the DJ is playing. Latin American stuff to start Then some boring rock music

After an hour or so Ruvani and Justin turn up and we go and sit outside. It’s still pretty empty. A bit later Leigh and David join us. It's all very civilised. I get myself more Bocks and we merrily chat away.

Being really boring, I only drink one beer: a Bock. I like it. Why risk disappointment with something else? It’s a nice enough beer, goes down easily and has a certain amount of oomph.

There’s something about the white noise of the white water of the river that’s incredibly soothing. A natural backdrop of sound and motion.

I still have all my own teeth, you know. Not sure why I mentioned that. It just seems an oldie person sort of thing to say.

Around dusk, we return to the hotel. But only briefly. After 15 minutes or so we head off to a restaurant. Chicha, to be precise. A short walk away. Also in the old city, in a colonial building that rambles around an inner courtyard.

It's rather busy and we have to wait a while to get in.

The décor in the area where we eventually sit is a little odd. The walls are lined with shelves of beige pots of all different sizes and shapes. Not a very expansive colour palette. Especially as the floor, tables and chairs are in a similar tone.

It's worth the wait. The food is excellent, hence the crowds.

I'm having so much fun, things get a little blurry. Once back in my room I go straight to bed. Without even the help of a nightcap.


Chicha por Gaston Acurio
Santa Catalina 210, 
Cercado De Arequipa 04001.