The road from Lima to Cusco takes 20 hours in bus. Well, only 19 hours, 57 minutes, but the numbness in our legs told me to round up.
It’s the rainy season, but the frequent drizzles and fog seem to wrap the city in a mythical myst. It fits: we’re in the heart of the Incan Empire.
While Roy and I were eating lunch it started to rain, for maybe the twelfth time today. I commented that there must be a rainbow somewhere. When we stepped out into the plaza de armas, he pointed it out.
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