11 March
Puno to Cuzco
We had incredible panoramic views on our front row seats in the bus from Puno to Cuzco. Here we witnessed that Peruvian drivers are no different to their compatriats in Bolivia, with excessive hooting and a no stopping policy (refer to blog entry Potosi to Sucre).
We arrived in Cuzco in time to put our names down on the list for a Sunday Roast at our hostel, Loki. This was in a beautiful building with 2 huge courtyards, a bar filled with gringos, regularly cleaned bathrooms which had toilet seats and toliet paper, and the cherry on the top - duvets! Had a few G & T's after our roast in the bar where Spanish was scarce.
Nicky spent the first few days trying to get her head around the pronounciation of Cuzco which has the same name as a gynaecological speculum!
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