Was greeted by our first genuine Peruvian pipe band, which followers of South Park will know are vital to the continuation of life on this earth, I thanked them for their work but left no tip,
Interestingly while this photo was being taken Cailín, feeling a bit worse for wear post airport sleeping+drinking+rough flight, was blowing chunks in the ladies wash room and managed to get vomit on her forehead, a feat which still amazes me.
It was also when she discovered that Peruvian (and Bolvian) toilets don't have toilet paper or toilet seats, they have the ceramic bowl down pat though so you can tell their trying.
View from our hostel window, not bad.
They were in the middle of a festival, as far as we could tell they have a festival everyday, we were there for nearly two weeks and there was always something on. Fireworks at 8:30am were not uncommon.
Like this one, the main square was awash with dancers of varying theme,
This one was evidently themed around sex, note the men humping the girl on the ground mid-dance.
Cailín hanging around with the best looking of the native male population.
What happens when the guy in the chewbacca suit parties too hard.
Main square in Cusco, centre of the Inca Empire for hundreds of years.
In an attempt to win a free t-shirt Cailín ordered about twelve liquer shots, she could couldn't drink them all so we halved them,
It wasn't the best idea ever, the idea was if you order the secret shot of the night you win the t-shirt, the bartender at one point actually told Cailín which was the shot of the night but wanting to play it cool she didn't order it straight away and sat down and promptly forgot the name of the shot.
Then someone else ordered the shot and won the t-shirt meaning Cailín had to start from scratch again, all in all she spent about 100 pesos on booze that night, the t-shirt could be purchased in the hostel office for 12 pesos.....
All this booze got us both very very drunk, so drunk infact that Cailín at one point tried to shoot herself in the head with the cover for her camera......
good thing it wasn't loaded.
I had a little vomit or two,
this one apparently in Cailín's mouth according to the photographic evidence, very thoughtful of her,
It then made Cailin take a photo of this, not to sure what it is but it looks beautiful, so vibrant, so wild and free. I was dancing around the dorm in my crazy orange pants right beside a sleeping German. He woke up looking terrified and saying ''Jesus''. Cailin put me to bed.
The booze had a bad effect on me in particular, as you can see from the previous picture, sending me into a spiral of "Bed Spins" and then a spiral of depression the next day from which not even taking a photo of the major could not save me.
So it was that Cailín was sent out alone to the Hostel bar the next night, having no remorse for what she did to me and no desire to see me nursed back to health,
It was there that she met what can only be discribed as the soundest LOOKING guy I've ever seen, never met this chap really but just look at these photo's, I think we all want to party with wedding dress wearing, shotgun tooting, make-up flaunting Argentinian guy,
These on the otherhand are two Israeli fuck heads, the main leasson I've learnt on this trip is that a lot of people have ''issues'' with Israeli's, and that it is usually with good cause.
Cusco is full of what I like to think of as optimistic car modifiers, most of them are taxi drivers.
I mean this is a Diahatsu "Tico", I don't think and air scoop on the hood is going to be of much assistance to its performance no matter how big it is.
Interestingly while this photo was being taken Cailín, feeling a bit worse for wear post airport sleeping+drinking+rough flight, was blowing chunks in the ladies wash room and managed to get vomit on her forehead, a feat which still amazes me.It was also when she discovered that Peruvian (and Bolvian) toilets don't have toilet paper or toilet seats, they have the ceramic bowl down pat though so you can tell their trying.
View from our hostel window, not bad.
They were in the middle of a festival, as far as we could tell they have a festival everyday, we were there for nearly two weeks and there was always something on. Fireworks at 8:30am were not uncommon.Like this one, the main square was awash with dancers of varying theme,This one was evidently themed around sex, note the men humping the girl on the ground mid-dance.Cailín hanging around with the best looking of the native male population.What happens when the guy in the chewbacca suit parties too hard.
Main square in Cusco, centre of the Inca Empire for hundreds of years.In an attempt to win a free t-shirt Cailín ordered about twelve liquer shots, she could couldn't drink them all so we halved them,
It wasn't the best idea ever, the idea was if you order the secret shot of the night you win the t-shirt, the bartender at one point actually told Cailín which was the shot of the night but wanting to play it cool she didn't order it straight away and sat down and promptly forgot the name of the shot.
Then someone else ordered the shot and won the t-shirt meaning Cailín had to start from scratch again, all in all she spent about 100 pesos on booze that night, the t-shirt could be purchased in the hostel office for 12 pesos.....
All this booze got us both very very drunk, so drunk infact that Cailín at one point tried to shoot herself in the head with the cover for her camera......
good thing it wasn't loaded.I had a little vomit or two,
this one apparently in Cailín's mouth according to the photographic evidence, very thoughtful of her,It then made Cailin take a photo of this, not to sure what it is but it looks beautiful, so vibrant, so wild and free. I was dancing around the dorm in my crazy orange pants right beside a sleeping German. He woke up looking terrified and saying ''Jesus''. Cailin put me to bed.
The booze had a bad effect on me in particular, as you can see from the previous picture, sending me into a spiral of "Bed Spins" and then a spiral of depression the next day from which not even taking a photo of the major could not save me.So it was that Cailín was sent out alone to the Hostel bar the next night, having no remorse for what she did to me and no desire to see me nursed back to health,It was there that she met what can only be discribed as the soundest LOOKING guy I've ever seen, never met this chap really but just look at these photo's, I think we all want to party with wedding dress wearing, shotgun tooting, make-up flaunting Argentinian guy,These on the otherhand are two Israeli fuck heads, the main leasson I've learnt on this trip is that a lot of people have ''issues'' with Israeli's, and that it is usually with good cause.
Cusco is full of what I like to think of as optimistic car modifiers, most of them are taxi drivers.I mean this is a Diahatsu "Tico", I don't think and air scoop on the hood is going to be of much assistance to its performance no matter how big it is.
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