Threatened with the chance of no food for the rest of the day we were taken to a shop in the small town of something or other after being reunited with our ever growing luggage. A couple of empinadas, a coke and inka cola later we were ready to beat starvation.
The tiny airport did have food but we ate ours around midday as the long humid wait began. There seemed to be air conditioning, but maybe 35 degrees and 100 percent humidity didnt count for being hot.
As with every flight so far we were running late. The bin where they had confiscated illegal hand luggage was an eye opener. Lucky for me that my machete was in my main luggage.
The plane temperature was sensationally cool, but as usual people then thought it was too cold. Pretty uneventful apart from some air pockets to Cusco. We did score a drink, some oreos and some corn on the way to Lima. Of course without glasses I thought the corn was nuts so saved it to last.
Back to the Colonial Hotel we picked up our bag that we left behind at the beginning of the tour and found our room on the second and a half floor.
One hour to freshen up and then into taxis to the historic centre of Lima. Here we pigged out on huge porttions of food before Rudy took us on one last adventure. It was a Sunday night so naturally everyone was out. Fireworks, buskers and street food. Here he fed us dessert. 3 which were really nice and to top it off we went savoury. Cow hearts skewers(tasted like cow) and intestines(tasted like rubbery yuk). Not many tried intestines and it was pleasing to see Rudy spit his out into a bin.
The tour was now officially over and another taxi back to our hotel for goodbyes.
It turned out to be a great tour and we had one more day on our own.
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