June 29: After departing from Cuzco on an overnight bus, Ryan and I found ourselves staring out at a brilliant sunrise over Lake Titicaca and wrapping up in a few extra layers to ward off the bitter cold. We reunited with a Japanese friend, Yoshi, whom we had met on our rafting trip near Cuzco, had a great alpaca lunch, walked around a bit, and discovered that one of Peru´s poorest cities was actually a pleasant place to linger. In our hostel that evening, we made fast friends with an Australian chef named Lee who had traveled up from Chile and was bound for Bolivia. Gathered for a great dinner with new friends (including Yoshi, Lee, another Japanese traveler and an English engineer who lives in Tanzania), chatted, laughed, and ultimately, decided a round of drinks
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