FridayFriday was a long-awaited dead day, where I did very little except plan from my laptop, make new music playlists and eat. And drink Milo. They have Milo here and while my host lady Koral says it's for kids, we all know it's the most adult drink out there. In the evening I went to meet up with Canadian families generally but only managed to find one. The others had bus problems. I plied my tale of Machu Picchu failure over a beer and food, then it was time to say goodbye until I head north. SaturdayYesterday (Saturday) Koral, Morgan and I went on an adventure. We took a taxi to a bus station, then a bus to Place A and walked up to the main square. On the walk, Koral got us some rice and honey treats. Morgan didn't really like hers and didn't finish it. I didn't really like mine and did finish it. They were like the most basic LCM bar you can imagine. It wasn't even Tasmanian honey. The main square provided welcome shade as the sun had just started to pummel us with it's fury. There were the same markets that I'd seen everywhere on this continent and bought nothing from. I bought two pairs of socks. I've been travelling with only one pair of socks. I think it's too many pairs, some would say it's not enough. On our outing today, there would be three churches to see. In the first one, there was a wedding. We watched for a bit. We wandered down the streets back to the main road. On the way, I poked my zoom through a woodworker's doorway. We stopped by Roger and Chuck at 520 C. San Martin. The had little to say. I witnessed and photographed some factory farming. Guinea pig is Peruvian delicacy. Tommy the Tenderiser was sleeping. We caught a bus to the next town. The church had some nice floor out the front. We found some treats growing wild. I picked some for Frank and Charlie. We walked along the side of the road to the next village. Everyone was growing corn. We slipped and slid down a path to the lake. We trundled past some blue gums. We saw Justin exposing himself. Naughty Justin. We had some absolutely delightful street treats for lunch at the square. Pastry encasing mixed vegetables and spices. Sounded like ricotta something. There was no cheese involved. We passed The House Of The Curious. It's so GoT. We went to the cemetery to visit Koral's aunt, grandfather and grandmother. Then to the lake for a nap. Then to the bus for another nap. Then we moved house. Then we played some stupid German card game which made fewer than no sense. Then dark. Then nothing. SundayMorgan went to a religious gathering on Sunday morning. I unknowingly awaited the arrival of "The Canadians", consisting of one Canadian and one French Person. Brent is taller than me. The Canadians had just flown in and were tired. They left before returning to nap. While they were absent, we ourselves departed for what I thought would be a two hour walk. We were off to visit El Blanco Christ. We had to pay the Troll Toll to get in to the puppy's soul. This puppy's name is Troll. He's not nearly as fierce as he looks. The stairs however, were. There was so much walking up. We were all out of breath. I think Koral slept for a bit here. But the rains were a'coming. Panoramic view, we can make it all manageable. I am finding it difficult to write something that isn't offensively sarcastic regarding the wonder of God and all his creation and how even in his infinite humility and goodness he still requires people to build statues in his name. Oops, there I go. What a dick. After a brief pause to talk rubbish, we increased our velocity in the direction of the Saqsaywaman ruins. It cost S/.70 to get in so we just peeked in from the outside and Koral told us some things. Fact or fiction, who cares, it was interesting. I posed on the way back down. Limby AF. The Gang Moves Next To A Church. MondayMonday was a planning day. Morgan and I went to The Meeting Place in Plaza San Blas which is a volunteer run cafe. It does not have the ambiance of a place local to Cusco, but that's exactly what I needed. I booked a flight from Santiago to Punta Areanas in Patagonia for the 28th of November.. Later, we booked a bus from Arica to Santiago for Wednesday night until Friday morning. I'm doing Workaway near there until the flight. Morgan left to Puno in the evening. It was the first of four nights sleeping on a bus. Also, when I was at The Meeting Place I started reading the Wait But Why post on AI. I'm still freaking out. TuesdayI have a bus booked for tonight to Arequipa (10 hours), then I'll try to get to Arica (5 hours plus 1 hour) tomorrow to catch the bus to Santiago. That's a 28 hour bus.
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