To get to the hotel from the MP train, we hauled our luggage through the market, across a rickety wooden bridge over the river, down an alleyway, up another, and down a third one, each wide enough for one person. The hotel faces the river. Just three minutes after we entered the dreary lobby, and before we could even check in, Heidi, the woman at the front desk, suddenly started shouting at us frantically : "Hurry,! Get upstairs to the third floor NOW - it's an avalanche!!" We were confused, but obeyed her. We hadn't paid any attention to the sirens in the street, but SHE did.
As we entered the front, third-floor room, we were horrified to see the very river we had just crossed had just turned into raging, thundering, brown rapids that were rising quickly and threatening to overflow and engulf the town. The sirens were a whole-town alert that she had no trouble recognizing. This was a HUAYCO, an avalanche and mudslide from further up the river; it was a rare occurrence, but it was a real threat. After a few moments on the third floor, she said it was not safe to stay in the hotel at all, and she had the young boy who had carried our luggage into the hotel lead us to a narrow street whose steep cobblestone steps led up to what was probably the highest point in the town.
I'll save the rest of the story for another place on this site, but what the hotel lacked in amenities was helped greatly by Heidi's capability as a disaster steward. When we were allowed to return to the hotel, I certainly felt safe, and confident that the hotel was in capable hands.
The room, on the other hand, lacked a lot. Room 202 was as dreary as the lobby, with very poor lighting. We had seen several other rooms, and they were all pretty much the same. There was a double bed plus a twin, and a tile floor. The small TV had an antenna with rabbit ears, and there was a portable heater, but it didn't do much to stave off the cold.
The bathroom was the deal-breaker, though. It was modern, but the pedestal sink had only a single faucet that dispensed just ice cold water. Combined with the cold temperature in the bedroom and bathroom, it was brutal. So I had to wash my hands in the shower in order to have hot water, and this caused water to spray everywhere. It was most unpleasant.
The mattress on the double bed was so hard it felt like I was lying on a board, and I couldn't breathe. The twin bed was slightly softer, so I had to sleep there for the two nights, and my husband was not too happy.
Breakfast was abominable: bananas, unripe papaya, a crumbly, bitter pound cake, juice, tea, and ice cold mud that was supposed to pass for coffee. The second morning we went to a restaurant for breakfast.
Aguas Calientes is a neat town, but La Pequena Casita was not one of the highlights of our trip.
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