Fun facts, not much going on.
In the period of Andy smoking one cigarette (about 4 minutes), we counted 73 Daewoo hatchback taxis pass us on the street. Talk about a cornered market.
Last night, I counted exactly 73 bug bites on my body, too. Those damn little flea/mosquito things on the train tracks back from Aguas Calientes just LOVE my sweet, sweet blood. It takes all my willpower to not just lose it and scratch myself to death.
Including rent, food, laundry, internet use and water consumption, it takes a maximum of $15 a day to live here. Next time I come, if there is one, I know exactly where to go to live cheap.
We walked to the bus station today to buy our tickets to Pisco for tomorrow. It's a small coastal city that puts us back in the desert region of Perú. There are some ruins, an ocean, and some cool things to do there, so it should be nice. And hopefully we'll be camping again. Wouldn't want to get soft from too much hostal living. At the station, a guy swooped in and repeatedly cut his price when it seemed like we wanted to go compare other prices. We got a 16-hour over night bus ride with two included meals, movies until 10:00 pm, two bathrooms, and complimentary coffee in the morning for 100 Soles, or about $30. It leaves at 6:00 tomorrow, so it's the last night to get crazy in Cuzco. I feel tempted to hit the discos, which I'm sure the guys won't do. But who knows. It's still only lunchtime here.
Bye bye, Cuzco. Hasta la próxima vez. Peace out, readers. I'll broadcast live from Pisco when we get there intact. Chau
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