CUSCO BOUND
Another early morning as we have to head out of the jungle and catch a flight to Cusco, the ancient Inca capital of Peru. All night we pray that there will be no rain to further muddy the trail we'd traversed only two days before. My rubber boots being too wide and consequently ripping up my feet on the way into the jungle, I vow to use my own boots on the way out however slick the path.I snap a few photos along a side street in Puerto Maldonado while returning my rubber boots. The airport here is a single hanger split into three sections--arrivals, departures, and security. The flight is late, as is every flight we take within Peru. Though, along with my love of cocktail waitresses, I am gaining a newfound appreciation for Latin American flight attendants.
It is Christmas Eve and the main plaza of Cusco is packed with merchants. I become obsessed with purchasing a poncho and finally find one at a reasonable price just as some of us are heading back to our rooms before dinner. After dinner I join a few in my group for drinking and dancing till four in the morning. ¡Feliz Navidad!
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