Back in Cusco, it was time to celebrate our achievement and great experience with a group dinner. The beers and wine flowed freely as we reminisced about the trek. The younger people kicked on to a discoteque (can't believe they still call them disco's) while the oldies called it a night. Santiago joined us, so we shouted him drinks as a way of showing appreciation for his help during the Inca Trail. However, he obviously doesn't drink much and soon had to be taken home. It was down to Craig and I but we ended up losing each other. When I got back to the hotel, Craig was coincidentally just getting to the door aswell. A good night had by all.
Luckily the next day was a free one as Craig and I woke around 4:30pm. Apparently, Clare banged on our door at 9am to see if we wanted our laundry done but neither of us heard. My only clean clothes were shorts and the temperature was in single digits.
We were exhausted from the trek and celebrations. The hangover was more unbearable at 3800m but we managed to meet the group for another dinner. Guinea pig was on the menu and was shared amounst the group. It came to the table looking like a guinea pig that had been dropped in a deep fryer. I only managed a mouthful.
Return rating: 6
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