Tonto

On the way out of Cuzco S. had a chance to prove how patient she is. We had to pick up my remaining throughfall gutters from Huayruropata, an immensely polluted road on which one finds metal and metalworkers. Once there, I realized that the receipts for both the materials and the work had disappeared. And since I couldn't remember the date of purchase it took a full two hours to get copies - which, on Huayruropata, feels like 2 days. But once that had been accomplished with a good dose of por favors to appease many a grumpy shop assistant we were finally driven by E., a new driver, out of Cuzco straight to lunch in a chicharroneria - which serves chicharrone - which, I understand, is pig. And then back to W. And I didn't go to THE LOO.