the town of aqua calientes this is just about completely fabricated city around Macchu Picchu  everything is geared to the higher spiritual purpose of relieving weary travellers of their dollars in the most expedient way possible. our hotel hostel is the last one before the thermal hot or lukewarm Springs at the end of a gauntlet of restaurant bars and hotels. walking by them the weary traveler is relentlessly assaulted with menus held by cheerful people (who are not currently walking up or down the endless stairs ) enquiring amigo come here or happy hour our food.

The malaria medicine meflafloraquin has clearly started working as my dreams have become substantially more vivid.

right now drinking tequila at inka wasi bar reading Hiram bigham's -shout out to Yale peeps white male colonialist mofos- and authors of Lost City of the Incas.