With the moon firmly in the sky, our alarm again went off. The journey awaiting us was not ideal but the idea of hot springs after was enough motivation to get us out of bed.
Abigail had a little panic attack at the start of the climb which made the walk seem ominous but soon recovered and spent most of the climb talking of London marathon and how we are apparently both going to run it in the next couple of years (not convinced but nice thought).
The sense of achievement of making it to the top accompanied with a high five and the pride of beating the French couple to the top, distinguished all worries and we rewarded ourselves with a snickers bar and a couple banana's.
Roll on the hot springs, as we were both desperate for a bath and to relax. They were a lot more commercial than Uyuni, with changing rooms and appeared to be more like swimming pools than hot springs. That being said, they were equally as delightful, clambering in with our aching bodies, the springs put us in a state of ecstasy. Never wanting to leaving the springs we reluctantly got out and headed for our claustrophobic space.
Before arriving in Arequipa, we stopped for a buffet for lunch. Making the most of the meal and accepting the challenge to make ourself full to the brim. With vegetables, chicken and potatoes for main followed by rice pudding and cake, between us we ate enough to feed a small army. Feeling bloated and very full we had another three hours on the bus before completing our tour.
Arriving in Arequipa we collected our things from the hostel and went in search of a comfortable double room instead of the dorms.
Still full we ventured into town to check out what McDonald's had to offer and we were severally underwhelmed. Bad customer service and equally disgusting food, the meal was far from nice but not being hungry we choose to leave some and just avoid McDonald's for the remainder of our travels.