We had new some new neighbours downstairs, maybe Danish and maybe jet-lagged, but regardless these 2 women were awake and talking loudly from 5:30am. Not even the television could drown out their voices so Maria resorted to putting her head under the pillows and duvet while David got up and started his day by reading the latest on Scottish independence.

After breakfast we sorted out accommodation in Ollantaytambo and Aguas Calientes, the villages on our now self arranged Machu Picchu trip. We then walked across town to buy our entrance tickets to Machu Picchu. It was a surprisingly long queue but that is perhaps due to the way they make you buy tickets. You have to queue to make a reservation for the date you want, but they give you a date further in the future. You then have to join a queue to pay for your reservation before rejoining the first queue to change the date to the one you originally requested. Confused, yep, so were we.

We then walked down to the bus terminal to change our tickets to Puno for one day earlier. The woman stamped our tickets, scribbled on the back of them but did nothing with the computer booking system. She assured us that it was fine, guess we will find out on the day.

Next on the list was to book some transport to Ollantaytambo. We could take a colectivo for maybe S/15 but we managed to book a cheap tour through the Sacred Valley for S/25 instead.

We went to have dinner at La Morena cafe, it was well recommended in Tripadvisor but only had a couple of people in it. Quiet restaurants are not normally a good sign but we went in regardless. And glad we did too. The barman was 20 year expert and made the most amazing Pisco Sour and Chicha Sour. By the time our drinks arrived, the restaurant had filled to capacity too, seemed we arrived just in time. The food was stunning too, they specialised in sandwiches and pizzas with local, Peruvian twists. The Lomo Saltado (like stir fried beef) pizza was awesome but the Criolla Pork sandwich was even better.