Lost and found
I found my other USB key. In my pants. While I was washing them.
I booked a flight from Cusco to La Paz for next Sunday (July 5th), so I’m skipping the Arequipa leg of the journey altogether. What does that mean? No volcano (sorry, Emma!) and no world’s-second-deepest-canyon. On the other hand, it’s a week of lazing around Cusco, which is never a bad thing.
Originally, I was planning to head to Arequipa next week to walk through the world’s second-deepest canyon and climb a volcano. Unfortunately, protests have closed down pretty much all of the bus routes in and out of Cusco. Plans must be changed.
It worries me that the large regional hospital in Cusco faces the funeral parlours and casket makers.
On a related note, I’m also worried when taxi drivers make the sign of the cross while driving. (”Oh Lord, please let my tiny cab squeak by the large bus without being crushed.”)
The scene: two middle aged men sitting on a bench in the park. Two provocatively-dressed girls walk by (yes, girls, as in high school or so).
Creeper 1: ¡Hola!, ¿cuanto cuesta? [Hi, how much do you cost?]
Creeper 2: ¡Jajajaja! [Hahahaha!]
The girls walk by, ignoring them. Creeper one takes out cell phone and starts taking pictures as they walk along.
Creepers 1 and 2: ¡Jajajaja! [Hahahaha!]
The men of Peru are all class.