Cuzco, May 9, 2004
After a few days in Arequipa, the city 'white, where a lot of houses and walls are made of volcanic lava stone white mist, came to Cuzco or Cusco (one day you decide what's his name).
All, absolutely all Peruvians, told me I was beautiful, but for once I must say that expectations have been exceeded: and 'a very special place.
Since I am not very good at descriptions'll let 'photos that are speaking.
At the level of feeling / atmosphere may add that there 'will be something special ...' that the mountains around are green like Heidi (but 'instead of hello kids that are there are llamas that spit), will be' laying around There are a lot of Indians dressed as Indians, will be 'the color of the light or the walls built by the Incas mixed with colonial architecture ... will be' what will 'and the place', as they say the young Peruvians, "chevere" ( trad: cool, cool, strong).
Sarah ', finally, that I was in good company Having masterfully inserted into the social fabric and to be released in the evening with a group of Peruvian local and Lima, succeeding in a mission almost impossible in this "gringo area" where 50% of people the street are tourists.
The night 'was long and left me the feeling of emptiness and completeness of spiritual energy that only an all-night-long can' give.
There were six and we started in a bar-chic-modern cool with swinging stools, round tables and disturbing signs Inca walls, sipping a bottle of whiskey and red bull.
After this slight warming, we went to a disco in Latin music, 50% gringos, where I met a guy who speaks Italian and Peruvian living in Switzerland. He was happy to speak Italian and show your friends how good it was.
In fact he was good, so I was taught how to say in Piedmont, Sardinia and Rome I, ungrateful son of our land, I have never heard.
Apart from the dialects, and the content was interesting and 'right that everyone can compartir a little' of this conversation, 'cause otherwise someone could live in a world of illusion beautiful and healthy:
Then, we have already 'started talking, he looks at me, see I'm with the boys and girls, and one of them' more 'close to me:
- "And 'your pussy?" He says.
- "How?"
- "The Girl and 'your pussy?", He smiles with his mouth wide
- "Um .. no, we're all together"
Other ex-dividend
- "I am drug dealer: coca marie, exctasi"
He says it with such enthusiasm that seems to be a child who has received "good" report card.
- "Oh ... congratulations", I say
- "But I'm sure working for me and I am safe"
- "Oh .."
- "Look, see that?"
I look and I see a friend of his big and tall enough to be Peruvian.
- "It 'a police officer, working with me."
The police officer approaches him and says something in slang, probably something like:
- "Not too much to say that within the 'we need to eliminate"
So I say to Richard:
- "I do not say too much then I need to eliminate"
- "No, no, do not worry, I am clean"
Meanwhile, other friends had joined the group, we were, I think it was a case, all dressed in black.
Glug, glug, meanwhile, continues to drop the beer (beer 1.2 euros for the record, orange vodka to 2.3 million) and suddenly the group decided to change seats.
We go down the street, five minutes walk with the spirits of the Inca Inca-ployed probably look at us, and here we are in a place with music gringa / techno / gispy-king and a lot of impossible jumps from one type of music and the other .
At this point we are all more 'or less cooked and beginning to see the Inca shaman hidden in the crowd immoral, so I decided to sit down and try to regain some' common sense.
Ding! The doorbell rings virtual "live it cool" place to change and here we are again.
(Ahh.devo say that you do not pay to go anywhere or almost).
We go into a nightclub, this will be 'the last, where we make the sunrise. About six o'clock we go to eat sandwiches. We stayed in 5 of 9 that we were at the top of the evening, and the faces are quite unseemly and 'well that hide behind a sandwich.
We go out, and 'the dawn, the sun is about to break and we, the lions of the night, we decided that the moment of proper rest and' joint.
As we walk under the arcades that seem to be colonial in Bologna, I meet you guess who? The two Britons of the land of fire. I quote here a piece of reports in which I talked about:
"... A Northern Ireland that he had understood everything I ordered water. At that time it was in the mood for confidences:
- You know, they are small, and the only way to keep up with others to drink and knocks' water.
In fact it worked and put me back on track. "
In short, two guys who I had in mind because they were 'positive and friendly. Very good, if the premises are all returned to Lima, and I was looking forward to a week of nature walks with you and 'coca leaves, now I know that with those two sponges, unfortunately, will not be' so
Cusco, May 17, 2004 
But now 'imagine a tripluca lost in the square in Cusco after visiting various agencies and not be dropped below U $ 100 estimate. 
