That was the weirdest sleep I have ever had. A cross between sleeping, dreaming and hallucinating. Has to have something to do with the lack of oxygen. Last night everybody was going on about how cold it was. It's not. So the bed has about 5 blankets. I kept thinking that the weight of my blankets was stopping me from breathing. Turning over was a feat in weight lifting strength. I guess its my birthday but not really sure about this differing world timezone stuff. It would have been good to sleep in but I am just sitting in the absolute quiet (apart from my tinitus) waiting for the alarm, a shower and breakfast before attempting to convince the hotel reception to get my money out or their safe. Today I get to giggle under my breath, as will every other male on the trip as we sail over Lake Titticaca. Or maybe its just an immature Australian male thing.
Just a quick note on last nights dinner, the people opposite had potatoes in wanker sauce. Rudie our guide was previously advised of the Aussie meaning and is quite amused. I think it means splendid in Peru.
Will sign off for this morning. Might get up and steal all the hot water before everybody wakes up and then get an early jump on breakfast. It will take all my strength to get all of these blankets off.
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