...."But I LIKE it when our legs touch". - J to D. Married couple.
Last day in Cusco is spent firstly in the San Pedro market, home to the best freshly made juice out there. Find a winning mixture with orange, pineapple and mango. Yummmm. Worth battling the smell of meat and god knows what else that permeates the market and doesn{t go so well with a hangover just to get to the nectar. Wander back to the hostel for requisite snooze, before heading back out to The Crown to have my last fix of thai spring rolls. I eventually bid a very sad farewell indeed to the boys, and head to the bus station, mourning the empty husk that my life will be without their chat.
Get to Arequipa early the following day and immediately strike up conversation with an English girl on the bus, Claire, who is a CELEBRITY on BBC Oxford. I pretend not to be excited by this pretty successfully til later that day when she shows me her showreel. Anyway, we dump our stuff at a pretty shady hostel, take a paddling pool - sorry, shower - and head to Arequipa{s number 1 attraction, the convent. Yes, that{s right, I have now done a museum in South America. Involving nuns and Catholicism and everything! It{s actually stunning and the lunch is pretty good too. We then move back to the main square and sup wine beneath voluminous ponchos in a bar overlooking the cathedral. When finally beaten by the cold we move locations to a creperia and pass a somnolent few hours in the warmth.
Regrettably whistlestop tour to Arequipa over, and its back on a bus for me to Lima, and then on Mancora...............
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