Never far from the action
June 1st 2007 I opened my eyes reluctantly and wondered why the bus was stopped. Damn it was cold. There was ice on the windows and the thin blanket was about as warm as a wet flannel. I squinted at my watch. It was only 11pm. We still had at least 6 hours to go in our overnight journey from Cusco to Arequipa. Thinking it was probably just another flat tire I closed my eyes and tried to dream of warm beaches.
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