Bloody hell I MUST be ill! I'm hallucinating that the llamas have returned to haunt me and are leaving messages on this web page! RUUUUUUNNN!!! Run while you can!!!! Bought a toothbrush yesterday (YAY!). 'Tis blue and très wicked. Other than that I didn't do much. We went to a swanky(er) restaurant yesterday where we felt we could risk the salad. We haggled the price down a bit for all of us and twas very nice. We're all haggling a lot here and there are jokes that when we get back to England we won't be able to break the habit. For example: Annabel swaggers into Tescos and fills her basket with bags and boxes of yummy fatty goodness. Self assured she saunters up to the cashier and eyes up the gaggle of fit young lads who slow as they pass because they are so in awe of her beauty. Cashier's voice breaks through Annabel's happy daydream of lying on a beach in the Bahamas being fed grapes and banoffee pie. Cashier: "That'll be 7 pounds and 3.1415926535 pence please." Annabel the Articulate: "Wha- huh?" Cashier/Umbridge: "Hem hem... I mean... errr... Vldemort doesn't exist! You lie!" Annabel the Hypocrite: (Aside)"Oh Lordy I've got a bloody Harry Potter fan wierdo on my hands..." Annabel leans forward and slaps cashier perhaps a few more times than strictly necessary. "Snap (slap) out (slap slap) of it man! (slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap...) Cashier the shame-faced: "Sorry miss. That'll be 6 pounds 92 please." Annabel: "I'll pay 2 pounds" Cashier the Confused: "Er... sorry miss but it's 6 pounds 92." Annabel: "Fine, 3." Cashier: "6. 92" Annabel (loudly and firmly): "THREE." Cashier the omniscient: "Annabel, really, it's 6.92" Annabel the Unfazed starts to walk away threateningly, expecting the cashier to start yelling lower prices. When she is greeted only by confused looks she returns. Cashier: "6 pounds 92 please. It's silver and real peruvian pebble. I can't lower my price." Annabel:"It's a sodding chocolate bar." Cashier: "Give me 6.92 or die." Annabel dishes up from her money belt and putting the goods in her red Santa sack legs it, grabbing a couple of packs of bubblegum in revenge on the way out and lobbing one at the cashier who promptly gets knocked off her chair and blames a nearby security guard. The passing boys have stayed and are so impressed by the display they offer to take Annabel to the Bahamas to feed her grapes and banoffee pie. The End. Back to Peru: Had another cold shower this morning. It has gone a lot like this: First day HOT! Second day COOOOOOOOLD!!!! Third day hmmmmmm hooooottt..... Fourth day hmmmmmmAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! Cold cold cold cold cold!! BRRR! Am a bit low on funds but hopefully I'll be able to change 20 quid into soles today and that'll let me pay for the plane over the Nazca lines. I haven't been spending frivolously or anything, but I brought the bottom end of the recommended amount of dosh and everyone else brough twice, 3 times that much. So they can afford to pay for brownies, water, toilet roll, MILLIONS of earrings and I can only afford the bog roll and perhaps won't be able to do some of the R and R... grr.... So have boycotted the market. Didn't go yesterday though some others found Finding Nemo 2, Cars2, POTC2, Toy Story 3, limited edition Nirvana DVDs... GRRR! I'm not that bothered. Honestly. I'm v. happy with this Internet cafe, they've already played `We are the Champions'and some Greenday. Woot! We have discovered that on our trek we ARE in fact carrying our main sacks (which will be fun... NOT!) but in recompense we have 2 chefs who will provide us with 5 meals a day. Good. It's gonna be a hard slog. One day we will be climbing 4km uphill which the guides estimate will take about 4 hours it's so steep (for none DofE-ers a slow walk is usually about 3km an hour). We're leaving at 6.30 am 2moz and will be camping under glaciers for the next few days (cold!). But we've planned our trek so that we finish in the hot springs in Lares. Ah...... Please no one mention the heat wave you are having. It makes me sad. Thank you. Talk to you next in a few days! Me.