Back in Cuzco. I thought I'd adapted to the high altitude. I was WRONG!
Rusty is taking the afternoon to sleep and rest. I'm jealous...but CUZCO! Center of the Incan world! My hotel is literally built on the foundations of Pachacuti's palace; and he was the master empire builder. That's like...I don't know. Spending the night in Michaelangelo's studio??
Will write more later. Here's a photo of Twig and Rusty conspiring on the train from Machu Picchu. Either being wittily catty (or cattily witty)--or possibly discussing something about cooking. Could go either way!