Goodbye, my friends

My final night in Cusco was WILD (hello - as if the others hadn´t been hedonistic enough.) Spent the day on my own and started drinking at about 5am with Irish Dave, the hostel manager. Understand, it was his birthday. To expect him to drink alone would have been just rude. I´m right, right? Mass tequila followed, then a night on the tiles with the hostel boys I have grown to adore. Brilliant. The usual rules applied. Uptown, Mama Africas and then more Uptown. An awkward incident involving Arturdo finished my final (pretty much perfecto) night in Cusco. I´m able to say `Lo Siento´ these days though. Luckily.

The Point hostel boys - Paul, birthday Dave and Ben



The cake



Tequila



Arturdo and Annie



Me and Duncan



The club