Thursday 25th January to Saturday 27th January, 2007. Mario woke me as requested at 8.45am, three hours after hitting the sack, and I then spent an age waiting for the tourbus which was forty five minutes late, time I would have just loved to have spent horizontal in my bed. I met my guide, Tonia and driver Sergio then climbed aboard barely looking down the bus at my new friends with whom I´d be spending the next five days and nights. For some bizarre reason the only seat vacant was the one at the very front, the one with unlimited leg room and it was all mine. I was happy. After an hour we stopped at the small village of Pomaire, known for it´s hand crafted pottery, an ancient village of ´Indians´ with Inca origins. I
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