The sea air is the first thing you smell walking out of the airport. The next aroma is something akin to a pig farm. Fortunately, the aroma is gone by arrival in the city itself. Lesson-of-the-day 1 Always have your own personal toilet paper. (No need for the details of how I learned that) Smashing weather. Warm people. All I want to do is sleep, except curiousity keeps me awake. Lesson 2 It is impossible to eat cuy without your fingers. (I kept trying for a long time with knife and fork, and only after about ten minutes of crumb sized bit of food did I realize the waiter had put 4 extra napkins on the table with a knowing smile.) Great museums here. At the Nacion there was one complete floor of PreColumbian life shown
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