Leymebamba lurches into life shortly before 6 am. The bass note is laid down by the minivan outside our hotel revving its engine while its passengers are woken, goaded and loaded. Layered above this is the local cockerel morning chorus. The first to start is a croaky, panicked and rather chopped cry - think John Inman in a half-nelson. Next to join is a distinctly Gallic voice, fruity with lovely rolled r's. This shuts John Inman up but encourages further contest...
South America 2016
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[Moderator's note - the content from this entry has been removed in its entirety due to the overly graphic content relating to Matt's illness and bouts of unplanned bowel movements, and worse. Infrequentnomadtoo, this is your first and only warning - for the love of God, man, stop!]
Eggy breakfast twelve was followed by meeting Rob, Vilaya Tours owner and our guide for the next three days. I'd forgotten our itinerary, choosing (erroneously) only to print out the major route and guide contact numbers, so Rob walked us through the next week's roadmap. First stop was Huancas pronounced disconcertingly similarly to ******ers, an isolated village outside Chachapoyas where up until the last 20 years the women made and sold thumb pots - biscuit-w...