We arrived back in Cusco at 1.30am after our train ride and another cramped mini-bus journey. After being up at 4am the previous it was fair to say I was pretty shattered so headed straight to bed to rest my head. The next day started with a Full English and watching Man Utd destroy QPR 4-0 at the hostel, what could be better to start to the day eh? The football didn't stop there as I went to sample a Peruvian Premier League game between Real Garcilaso and Alian...

I may have had a swollen eye but thanks to the Ibuprofen I was feeling much better in myself. It was only twenty minutes' drive to the Bolivia / Peru border and getting our passport stamps was relatively straight forward. They didn't even check any of our baggage, another border crossing where you could smuggle anything across in fact if you wanted to you could walk from Bolivia to Peru or vice a versa with no problem whatsoever without getting any passport stamp...