La Presidente, Aguas Calientes
We were met at the train station and cut through the market, saw the edge of a small busy town en route to our hotel
The first laugh was the Freyans shower room, an obvious late addition, would have loved to see the chippie face as he did the cut out
Our view. I waved at the train driver at two thirty in the morning and could nearly shake hands with him. Never been that close ever.
Our toilet was better when used side saddle. We had spares nearby if we needed anything
First time we have eaten with a pan band, train and biting creatures who cared zip about 100% deet
Not a small one, Alan had a swift lesson
Later on a football supporters homecoming. Bear loved being in a real live train set
We explored - the town has built as the need for accommodation has increased, a pretty view over the river
A bit of make do and mend
No matter what soup we had it vaguely tasted like chicken and had similar hue. We all ended up with bites. A German called them fleas, we said flies. No matter what insect repellent we used we got nabbed. They had a penchant for elbows to wrists, under watch and wedding ring, knees to ankles. Anne had a call of nature en route down from the Sun Gate and in twenty seconds had nineteen bites on her nether region, we took her word for the number, but no reason to doubt witnessing her discomfiture. We soon learned to judge how long anyone had been in the town by their bite marks. These little creatures would appear with no noise and the first you knew was a tiny pin prick of blood. Over twenty four hours the bite would take on a life of its own, the itching phenomenal. I itched on a daily basis two weeks later.
ALL IN ALL EXPLORERS HAVE TO BE MADE OF RUGGED STUFF
I THOUGHT IT WAS A BRILLIANT, FUN TOWN