Mañana

The manager of the station popped by today to announce that they would change the internet provider and therefore there wouldn't be any internet until 'next week'. That means a journey to Cuzco, and also packing up the equipment and putting it into the storage room even though we will only be gone for three days. There is no arguing with somebody whose language one doesn't speak but maybe a native speaker can rescue me from this very dire prospect. My mood is not so good.