We all woke with massive hangovers and decided the stale bread and jam for breakfast was an insufficient excuse for food, so in search of coffee we went. On the other side of the plaza is a tiny (three tables kind of tiny) coffee shop and bean roastery owned by a very happy and excited Elmer. For two hours we sat in his shop, tasting his incredible coffees, learning about the roasting process, and chatting to both he and Jonathan, and then talked to an older couple from a town near Seattle who were writers and were living in Arequipa for a month.

When we eventually left, we realised that the hangovers were gone, but our appetites were not, so we picked up food and ate it by the pool at the hostel (only to order another round of food, chips and nachos, as soon as we finished the first round). By night time we were ready to go again. Louis was extraordinarily drunk, Jeremy was having a ball, I was exhausted and Perry was stoned - your average bar team, hey?! We closed the bar at 2am, Louis unable to write the numbers in their correct spots, but somehow able to dance with Irish-girl on top of the bar...