Well, what a splendid first post from Anthony there, delivered much more than expected. From talking to him on various occasions I for one would not have guessed at his command and control of the English language. Cant believe the guy is still single to be honest. Thought I´d add my 2 cents on his coverage of events. Yes I did get violently ill on the second night and it was most unpleasant. Shitting down a long drop in freezing cold conditions at 3am is not a fate I wish on anyone, well perhaps Ben Reuhman. That was probably my lowest moment of the trip and the Incans were heavily criticised for their ridiculous path building exercises. However, the Guides and Porters were superb and probably saved my life in all honesty. Machu Picchu was the most incredible place I have ever seen with my own eyes, really a brilliant site and even better when viewed from Wayna Picchu (not Huayna Picchu as Corry reported). Bit of a slog to get up there but well worth it, superb day in all. I must say (to use Corry language) that it was a wonderful experience to be sharing it with Corry himself, who, even when experiencing severe cases of FML, is still an absolute pleasure to be around. Gee what a privilege.
Anyways, thought I´d sneak in a quick post before we are out of range for a few days at the Salt Flats. We were back in Cusco for a couple of days as Corry has mentioned after the Inca Trail and Machu Picchu. Arrived back in Cusco late at night after the bus ride back from the Sacred Valley. Think everyone, Corry particularly, appreciated the opportunity to have a shower, shave and shit (especially Corry). Also the opportunity for a quick lie down in some cases. We were given the best room in the hostel for some unknown reason but no complaints. It had two separate bedrooms (later to come in handy) as well as an on-suite bathroom, cable tv and dvd player. Absolute treat. Headed out for some dinner at an English Pub which was a novel experience. Pretty decent food but even better cervezas. Then headed to Paddys Pub (meant to be the worlds highest Irish Pub but pretty sure thats a load of twaddle). Met up with our Inca Trail guides there and sunk a few brews. I wasnt really feeling it so as a gentleman I volunteered to escort several of the ladies of our tour home, leaving Anthony to take care of the racousness. And that he did. I didnt hear the guy come home but there are various theories that there were at least two distinct sets of footprints entering the room that night. Unconfirmed as yet. I woke up rather early and took the opportunity to read in the sun. The love doctor didnt sleep that well apparently and only surfaced late in the morning only to return to bed straight away where he spent most of the day in a deep coma resting various body parts. As such, me and Aussie Tim spent the day chilling out together. After a big breakfast at Jacks, we played a bunch of video games and read in the sun (not like homos or anything). Then we got into some epic games of Sapo (the frog game i mentioned in an earlier post) which took up a good few hours. Numerous bets were placed, all of which I lost in the end, despite opening up an early lead. As such, I was buying the beers for the night (cheap piss in Peru anyway). Me, Aus Tim, and Corry (who had by now surfaced from his beauty sleep) wandered down to the supermercado and bought a bunch of beers and proceeded to resume our game of Sapo. As the afternoon pressed on in got a bit chilly so we moved to our lodgings where there was some pretty poor karaoke attempts (mostly featuring cat stevens), a number of the girls joined us there also. Eventually we pressed on to dinner, a bit under the weather already. Dinner was superb, what little is remembered, the food was, in my humble opinion, easily the best of the tour to date and was systematically mowed by all in attendance. Also systematically mowed were various liquids. Went back to Paddys where Corry was hoping to find some familar faces but no luck. Carried on to one of Cuscos nightclubs (after being chased around the main square by little children trying to sell us chewing gum) and was there for an eon. Few silly dares including running around on the roof and doing hakas on the veranda. Some absurd local interaction with the locals including some of the strangest dancing I have ever witnessed or partaken in. Also witnessed some lesbianism between a couple of girls on the tour. Nuff said. Great times there, Peruvians certainly know how to get amongst it. Wandered home to the hostel. Next thing I know our guide Ollie was banging on the door telling us we had to leave NOW. RIGHT NOW. Chucked all my stuff in my bag and bolted. Corry wasnt interested so after yelling at him a few times to get up (to no avail) I resorted to kicking and slapping him. Most satisfying. Especially one fly kick to the backside. Corry rushed around in a mad panic like a headless chicken but we got to the bus on time, not in any great state mind you, and set off towards Puno and Lake Titikaka. More on this next time. If you would like to request another entry from Anthony ´Jerry Seuseu, I see you too Jerry Jerry´ Corry then please do so. Asta luego
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