WHERE HIPP live it (the ending part 3) For 20 minutes I reached the foot of the Plaza de Armas, and then wandered around the city. This walk took me three hours, and I really can not tell where I've been all this time. I'm just aimlessly wandered through Cuzco, not looking at shop windows, and did not stop to whip or two. I have never pulled out his camera up and down hills and stairs without any purpose. Already nearly dark when I'm in a fog of oblivion made it to San Blas. Luis, the owner of the hotel, waved to me when I went up to my room: - How are you, Ricardo? - Thank you, well - I said almost the truth. - Where were you today? - I do not know - this time out of my mouth sounded an absolute truth. I walked into the room, locked the door and fell asleep. Cusco The next day began with visits to pubs. I sat on a stool at the bar rather than sit at a table. Strange, but this is my act has helped me get out of his stupor. This is a familiar place for me, here I feel comfortable, you can exhale and relax. I began slowly to recover. In the pub the Cross Keys' "At first I did not pay any attention to the cute girl who greeted me in English. I answered her in Spanish. On the table next to me is a glass of cold beer, I took out my pen and plunged into the yellow pages of his notebook. Ryado with me sat a family of America. They talked about the flight from Minneapolis to Cuzco. I listened to them, because I have nothing else to do it. I finished my beer and went to the bar "Peddis, which is located at the end of the quarter. There was some confusion. I tried to squeeze through to the bar stools, but no one paid me any attention. The bar was full of a lot of people. There, except for the waiter, who was collecting empty glasses, there was not one Peruvian. Mimi, a beautiful Korean woman, could not summon up the will to tear off the handset from the ear to take my order. I've been wanted to offer her help and throw her phone like Olympian javelin. I really wished that she was fired. I twisted in his chair: jam-packed bar, mostly those who came here the first time. College students telling each other stories about how they spent time in Lima, and discussed, so there is good fried potatoes at McDonald's Plaza de Armas, as in the McDonald's in their native Savannah (city on the Atlantic coast of the USA, approx. TRANSFER). Inanity of the conversation reminded me of my beer, which Mimi had yet to get out of the fridge. Even a little bit, and I'm leaving. I'm starting to think that I outgrew these facilities. But k4akih some 12 years ago, I climbs of these eating houses. I went back to San Blas, where I like. The guys at "Taberna", where we watched the matches of the World Cup, already know me and know that I usually ordered. I looked into the shop, which is on a steep rise Cuesta San Blas, and saw the clerk checks the light bill in the 50 salts. She felt the printing banknotes, which should be raised there, where it says "Banco Central de Reserva del Peru." Counterfeit money in Peru is as commonplace as a tornado in Oklahoma in June. Must at all times to check the change, even a coin. No one no one believes when it comes talking about cash. Thank God, in Cuzco, there stands the cards. They are sold in local stores in such small quantities that soon they can be regarded as a relic of the past. At the site of all stores cards, closed over the past 10 years, someone has opened an Internet cafe. Just think, it has been 15 years since the last time I sent a postcard. Yes, we live in an ultra-digital age, where fashion dictates "FaceBook and other social networks. Swept past a group of local teenagers. Many of the ear hangs mp3-player headphones. All the same, students in Connecticut, look almost as well. In this stunning tourist cocoon, in Cusco, I had time to think about. I mean, think seriously. I set up the priorities between what is important and what is not. Over the last year of my life there friends, some of them left after all. I thought about whether to make such trips each year (nesomnenno!), and whether the decisions I made in the last two years of faithful (hopefully). In general, a trip to Peru gives me the opportunity to mentally compile a list of answers to questions. For most of those who live and work in the real world, the New Year comes the first of January. And I at this time went to Peru. During the trip much easier to separate the important things of useless trivia. I will soon turn 40, and it haunts me one question: Will I have to combine my trips to the achievement of other personal goals? Will I be able to combine them? Can you keep a balance and make sure that work does not have acted on my brain? Maybe it's time to go home not only for the portions of cold pasta and news on cable channel? (Incidentally, I love cold noodles). Start material:
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