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Well it has to happen at some point in my life... Was robbed. Perhaps has happened to me before but I've always had too much money that I've never known how much I had anyway. Our wallet and MP3s were stolen while we slept on the Puno-Cusco overnight bus. Realised halfway into the journey which was most upsetting as had no idea what to do or who to accuse. Only about 10$ in the wallet but had my bank card and more importantly Nat's Visa card which was the only thing that had any money on it. So after being f***ed off for a day (eased the pain by watching ER and Smallville in our 20$ en-suite room) we picked ourselves up and went to explore Cusco which is our last stop in South America. A bad start but at least we still have a sense of humour. Which is exactly what you need when you have 100 pounds left to spend over 6 weeks.
So what would you do in that situation? Yes. Alcohol. Lovely bar place for curry (nothing like the real stuff but tasty nonetheless) and Black Russians. Got us out of the torential rain, too. Thought about rafting or quadbikes for a day but decided to save our pennies for a rainy day (most likely every day from now til home). We had an unexpected night out on the tiles which left me with a hangover that will make my Top 40. Ruined our plans for Machu Pichu stopover and cheaper train tickets but there was no way a long journey was possible - particularly since Natalie acutally turned green for 3 hours.
So we set off for Machu Pichu on a 630am train Lack of music to listen to was a struggle and so eventually had to speak to woman across from me only to find she was a crazy American who thought Iceland was near Australia and was worried the train driver couldn't see where he was going. Still had 3 hours on the train with her at this point! Feigned sleep.
Machu Pichu was expensive and busy. Train 68$, bus up hill and back 12$, entrance 40$. If we had our ISIC cards (in stolen wallet) we would have had entry for half price. Guide was 35$ so we told them to poke that. Ideal visit to MP: Inca Trail for 4 days where you can have a completely different experience and feel fitter at the end of it, too. With the Inca Trail you can arrive when the site opens in the early morning, thus avoiding the school kids who sneakily take photos of blonde women.
Reading Nat's journal jogs my memory a little (very slight) about our night on the town. Dancing the Gay Gordons? Dancing on the bar for free tequila? That'll be me then.
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