Not much going on today, just a long time in Lima airport. There's a massage centre where you can see all the Inca Trail just-about-survivors getting their backs sorted out. In the communication centre there is an American man in the booth next to me trying to book room 104 of a hotel: "Un Zero Quattro, Si? Un Zero Quattro, Si?" as he expertly combines four languages in four words. I've also been here long enough to see the staff at the cafe change shifts.