Staying at Nazca House, a guest house run by the lovely Nancy. It has a tiny door in a rendered wall and this was why it was took us time to find. After unpacking and relaxing in our little room, it was time for Ed and I to go out in search of food. Night had fallen and the streets were very busy and I spotted lots of suspicious looking people, but this could simply be that I'm not used to travelling yet. We came back with some random morsels. The room was baking hot in the night, the fan only really helped to move the hot air around the room. Cas and I woke up laughing as it sounds like we're staying on a farm, with cockerels crowing and dogs barking from the early hours.
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