Took an overnight bus 11 hours to Arequipa after watching the nailbiter US vs. Portugal game (crazy final thirty seconds!) ... I actually slept most the trip.
Look who I found smoking a cigar!
At one point it felt like we were careening down for an hour , which is likely, but I decided I didn't want to open the curtain to look. Would I really want to know? I then dreamed we were doing just that and people were screaming.
I woke up in Arequipa as I was dreaming Jakob Dylan left the restaurant he was playing a surprise concert in to walk the streets with me.
I haven't even taken my malaria pills yet.