Last night I was taken for a ride. I met a bunch of Australians and Londoners in the bar at the hostel where I am staying. Boy, oh boy can those guys party. There were many highlights of the evening between the jello shots and the overflowing rums and cokes (diet, of course) that it is hard to pick just one. I felt so good---like I was an idiot coed again. The line of the evening (and possibly the line of the year) was when Collin, a Jude Law look-alike was introducing me to others staying in the hostel. He pointed out one girl to me and I asked if she was from America. His completely deadpan response was, "No, she's from England. [long pause] And she's a whore. High five". This may be one of the moments where you had to actually be there to understand the beauty and magic of it all.
Another highlight of the evening was watching a group of guys do something called a "jackass" shot. It's a shot of tequila that consists of salt up the nose and lime in the eye. Needless to say, none of the women took part in this sort of madness :)
After the boys were done acting like fools, we all went out to get our dance on. The clubs were so crowded you could barely move: like sardines in a can. Either way, we rolled in around 3am and I have had one hell of a day nursing an absolutely terrible hangover. I'm happy that I just had nothing planned and was walking around the cobble stone streets of Cusco, taking pictures, shopping and healing. I stumbled upon a parade, had the shit scared out of me by these bomb-like fireworks, and saw many locals walking around with baby alpaca in slings hanging from their necks. (I didn't snap any pictures of this because they hound you for money if you do.)
Tomorrow (finally) is Machu Picchu.
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