Today I got to sleep in! A new guide, Eric, came to collect me at a leisurely hour of 9 and we set off by van about an hour in the direction of Ollyantatambo to a little town Chincero, where local women demonstrated their techniques to clean, dye, spin and weave llama wool into pounds upon pounds of items to sell to tourists. I bought a few items and we were on our way to Moras. Moras is a salt "mine" built by the Incas to take advantage of a natural spring that wells up from the mountain, rich in salt. I stuck my finger in the water, let it dry and had a crust of salt left behind. Very salty! The "mine" is a series of hundres of platforms where they divert the salt rich water to stand and dry in the sun, so the salt can be scraped up and purified. The structure was imipressive and rather other worldly. Eric and I had lunch at a cafe there where I had an alpaca burger and fries with extra salt (of course!). Delicious! We then drove through the countryside for anouther 40 min to a very small pueblo of Maroy and on to the nearby Inca site. This was 3 sites where they had dug into the ground to make terraces in coincentric rings to experiment with planting various crops at different elevations and temperatures. We climbing all the way to the bottom of the big ring, where I got to experience a fun auditory effect where any sound made in the center of all these rings is echoed back from all directions. Even quite humming filled the air with sound. Cool! We climbed up and out with a fair amount of huffing and puffing from me, took more pictures and headed back into town. We got turned around and wandered the narrow streets for a bit, which was fine by me to get to watch the native people living their normal life without trying to sell me something. Back to Cusco around 330, said my goodbyes to Eric, a cup of cocao tea and off to see the San Paulo market. The market is housed in a giant, permanent building and had hundred of vendors selling clothes, fruit, meat, desserts, as well at the normal souvenier stuff. I wandered through for a while until my search for ice cream took me outside (I never did find any!) where I found the real market. For 4-5 blocks around San Paulo were Indian country people that brought blankets full of produce and layed them out on the sidewalk for locals to buy. There was an astounding amount of fresh produce and unrefridgerated meant. I know which I prefer! I sampled some juice of an unknown origin from a lady who had two five gallon buckets of liquid, one brown, one red, who would ladel you out some into a glass which you would stand there and drink, returning the glass after you're done. It was quite good! I went back to the market after looking around and haggled with a woman who settled on 20 American dollars for the item, but argued with me for 20 min about a small tear in the crease of the $20 dallar bill. They are VERY picky about the quality of the bills here! Back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. I met up with the German girl from the other day and a guy from Ohio that was at her hostel. We had chicken/sausage/potato skewers from a street vendor covered in an unnamed green sauce, followed by rice pudding with elderberry sauce. Quite nice! We went to a local discoteque and watched salsa dancers, while enjoying Mojitos made from a local type of mint. I bailed a bit early to get up at 5:15 the next day.