Patacancha
January 29th 2012 It was overcast and drizzling when we arrived in Patacancha. The air was thin, the mud too thick for our car to pass. We walked the short distance to the the town, if the scattering of adobe huts could even be called that. We were on a tour, with us was a middle-aged couple from North Carolina.
The weavers were unaware we were coming, so as we past through the street Kiri had to call out "tenem
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