Some street scenes.
Food delivery.
He sells skewers of beef hearts with a boiled potato for a buck. Tastes like steak, you’d be amazed.
I came back early from Cusco as there was no Machu Picchu tour.
Accidental selfie. Technology is a struggle.
Now he’s dead his grandparents’ hometown celebrates Mario Vargas Llosa. He lived in Spain tired of the corruption of the country where he was raised.
7500 feet and I am acclimated.
In line at the government ID office.
Home sweet home.
