We finally made it to Ayacucho after another terrible bus ride. These mountain roads are rough. That made 23 hours to travel just under 600 kilometres, to give an idea how rough.
We did enjoy our day in the town, though. The city purpotes to have 33 churches, one for each year of Christ's life, though in reality there are more. Nice to walk around and see them. In the main square, there was a parade going on. We were told that one happens every week. There were kids with signs for saints and the pope (current and past ones) and lots of military with weapons. The kids were cute.
We made friends with one of the fruit sellers in the market across the street from our hotel. When she found out we were from North America, she half-joked about giving her son to us. Funny and a little sad.
I'm going to try frog juice tomorrow, a local...erm...delicacy.