On to the land of the Incas. Grudgingly farwelling Bolivia, we headed off on a big old bus to Peru. I had finally settled in my seat, having been moved several times by the pack of peruvian ladies (full velvet skirts, aprons, bowler hast and all) who were lugging what appeared to be 2 full households worth of gear from Copa to Cusco, and was enjoying lingering views of the lake when I was jolted back to reality by my husband´s somewhat concerning call of ´oh Jesus´. Not being an overly religous man, I assumed he was not getting into some spiritual healing. No, he was reacting to the bus barreling towards us as we gunned it downhill on a path that didn´t look good. By some shear luck, we passed each other, but the fun
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