WHERE HIPP live it up (continued, p.2) We Rosalind stumbled on a broken play area. It all nearly fell apart. Chains that were once part of the swing, no longer support the seat. Everything is strewn with broken glass. The swing-board can not sit, but their emphasis is broken. The only active element of the play equipment is a tire, suspended about a foot from the sandy surface. We did shots not so much the playing field, the total number of Cuzco, stretching below us. On the steep hill that descends toward the center of the city, house no longer affect the dazzling whiteness of its walls. They are built of dried clay, pressed into bricks. Some of them are heavily tilted toward the hill. It is terrible to imagine what will happen to the foundation of the house, when heavy rains begin. On a small porch, stout woman hung just laundered items. One end of a rope attached to the driven into the wall of her house hook, the second - a fence of wire mesh that surrounds the playground. It hangs directly above the basketball court. None of the boards do not have rings. Instead, they adorned advertising local beer. Sticks and stones are holding a corrugated metal roof of an open latrine. Next to the supporting beam is a mountain of multicolored buckets. Pile of recently collected twigs and branches lying on the hill. We were limping toward a bearded old man, apparently, he missed talking to passers-by. He wants us anything to help, although we do nothing requested. His words are completely impossible to understand. Typical senile lisp can be explained by the fact that his mouth is not more than three teeth. Us uncomfortable. From us he has not received attention, had hoped for. After a while he continued a dialogue in which we place no longer existed. - Maybe go down? - Asked Rosalind. - So, back to Cusco or stay here in Peru? - She understood what I mean. - When someone arrives in Cuzco, he suspects the existence of this district? - It's unlikely. This is familiar to her Peru, there are no neon lights of restaurants and expensive jewelry stores. - Most likely, they only see a rock band at the Plaza de Armas. - Yes, - she said - let's go.Other Cusco Bus Cruz del Sur in Cuzco in stark contrast with boards of luxury buses. Station looks the same dirty and uninteresting as the one we saw in the town of Ayacucho. Rosalind walked to the main office. I was waiting for her, sitting on blue plastic chair. Back she came back with a ticket in hand. Her backpack was carefully packed and ready for a trip to Lima. She bought water and food, and stuffed them in a bag on the belt. Baggage I had only my backpack. Clerk announced boarding a flight to Lima, and things started to get up from their seats. - Incredible - she murmured, while I accompanied her to the window, where checked documents. - What happened? - I think I'm the only Peruvian who travels to Lima. - We are in Cusco - I laughed. We exchanged our experiences and remember the past two weeks. This moment had once come, even though we both tried to pretend that it is not. We embraced, promised each other not to lose, and she got on the bus. For the first time I met a fellow traveler, whom I would not want to strangle it in three days journey together. It turned out that trade-offs have nothing to worry about. In the mouth I had a bitter aftertaste. I did not wait until the bus leaves. I just silently turned around and went to look for a taxi. I hope the promises that we gave each other, we both will be able to keep. Drove a taxi, I leaned over and stuck his head out the window: - Where are you, sir? Suddenly, I hesitated and stopped. I do not know where I should go. I have nothing planned. At the Plaza de Armas? The ruins of a city or a restaurant? I had no clue. I did not know what I need. The last two weeks I was interested in what he wants Rosalind that she felt very happy. I did not even try to think about what I want myself. In my head did not occur. This had not happened to me. This was the condition of the verbal and mental paralysis. - "Sir ... where you? - Repeated the driver. I said that I had in San Blas, in fact return to his spartan room in a hotel, where I drove a little earlier in the day, I had no need. - How much does a trip? - 7 salts, sir. That was two and a half times more than the usual fees. He clearly regarded me as soon as that tourist arrivals, which can be well earned. Then I could not resist. Out of my mouth broke tirade unfamiliar words. In addition to what I called it a "common thief", I think I used the allusion to the effect that his family comes from the donkeys. I slammed the door with such force that most likely broke the door lock, and left an unsteady step. What came over me? I previously offered to pay an unheard of price, and I just politely told the driver that he was removed home. If it was next to Rosalind, this would not happen. Start material: Completion of material:
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