The bag on the left is the one I bought in Cusco at the hotel. It’s jam-packed full of souvenirs and gifts. Honestly, you can’t take a knitter/crafter to Peru and expect them not to go a little crazy.

I was careful to only buy knits that I wouldn’t ever make. Multi- coloured things involving lots of thought and attention to detail. I know my limitations.

Oh! I heard a hilarious epilogue to the troublesome noisy neighbour. I didn’t hear a peep from her last night… because she changed rooms!!!!!
I’m glad that she had all the inconvenience of packing everything up and moving, then unpacking again. Meanwhile, I had a decent night’s sleep.

In addition, I found out the reason why the music was so loud… she brought her own radio from Australia! Who does that?

Anyway, tonight in Lima, she’s across the hall.

After we got back to the hotel, I spent my time working out my luggage, just in case the international flights are pickier about cabin baggage than the domestic flight today was.

I finished a book I started at the beginning of the day, called “I Remember Everything “ by Fiona Wilkes. Flying is very good for chopping through books. There’s a lot of waiting around, plus in Sth America the domestic flights don’t have screens. So far, I’ve read 9 books since this trip started.

I had a few Peruvian Sol to use up before we leave Peru forever. Liz, Val and I went to our favourite restaurant in Lima, where I emptied my wallet of all things Peru and paid the balance by card.

Most people would probably order my meal for the tuna steak. I ordered it for the potato au gratin. It didn’t disappoint.

Tomorrow we have to be on the bus, wheels rolling, by 5 AM. We’re flying to Buenos Aires. I’m starting to get excited. One of the main reasons I booked this trip is getting closer…

Dad joke of the day: