1. I got that haircut.

2. I was trapped by two landslides on my way back from Machu Picchu. It was a cold, rainy night.

3. A drunk-ass hostal owner tried to sell me his killer chicken for 200 dollars. Pot as well.

4. Guinea pig doesn't taste that great, but alpaca does.

I am bored and waiting to get out of Cuzco. Perú is a pretty crazy country, but I like it here. I wish I had the motivation to write something provocative or at least interesting, but this keyboard sucks, my stomach has the Peruvian version of Monteczuma's revenge, and I am disposed to kill for a chili dog.

Labels: musings, perú, travel