Nothing to see here...

...quite literally. I´ve hardly taken any photos recently. Not because there´s nothing to take photos of, but because I´ve got in to the habit of leaving my camera in the hostel. Because of the huge festivities here this weekend pick pockets are out in force.

Okay, so been in Cusco now for a few days. It´s party central. I don´t think I´ve partied this much ever. It´s like one night on it, the entire next day in bed. And then it starts over again. Ran in to Helen Anglim who I worked with at Hachette in a club too. She´s a bad influence. But a fun one.

Yesterday was the BIG one. The festival of the sun, which we came here for. We walked up hill for about an hour. I nearly collapsed. Okay, so I´m not the fittest person in the world but the altitude here is enough to finish anyone off. So yeah, up the hill to an ancient Inca site where they used to sacrafice children and animals to the sun god. There were thousands of people there, all sat on the hillside watching the ceremony, which was quite something. They slaughtered a llama, which I wasn´t too impressed with, but at least it wasn´t a child I guess. Then it started to hail, so I guess the sun god wasn´t that impressed either.

The afternoon was spent frantically buying a costume for the Fallen Angel party at this amazing gay club. Wings were compulsory, and only glamourous people were allowed in. I got an outrageous slip, wings and a tiarra and got shunted to the front of the queue by the owner. What can I say? It´s worldwide - the gays love me.

Met so many amazing people here and we´ve all become firm friends. Still with Australian Suzy and Australian Chris. But there´s now Dan (a very posh 20 year old who´s studying medicine), Charlotte (who is just beautiful. End of) and the Irish guys - Ronan, Nora and stunning Joe (who I end up following around everytime we go out - although he didn´t seem to mind last night.) And then DAVE´S BACK! So yeah. It´s like Grease. And I love it.