La Cachuela

We wake in the morning and take breakfast, today will be another day of just chilling as we will be catching a bus in the early hours of the morning to take us back to Brazil. I'm more than a little apprehensive as I've heard the border crossing is a nightmare. We have our tickets booked but no time for departure but generally they wait to fill the bus and as it leaves they know the journey takes 10 hours so they can predict what time it will arrive here. We have been chatting to an American guy this morning and he has recommended the place across the road for lunch. They serve ceviche and since we are close to a river it should be good.We still have all the Machu picchu pictures to upload, but when Mark goes to the room to get the camera he can't find it. I think its just Mark not looking properly, but when i cant find it i begin to get really concerned. I cannot believe that all the photos i took at Machu Picchu are gone. I try to think back and remember we definitely had it in the tuc tuc fron the terminal. I return to th restaurant where we had the coffee in the morning, and when we get there the girls face lights up and she pulls out my little yellow camera. I am so happy i could kiss her. They have put it in the lost property book so when i get given it back i have to sign put my passport number and leave a tip. We have a little wonder round the plaza before withdrawing our last Peruvia sole and heading for lunch. When we enter the restaurant the young girl is eating her lunch so i explain theres no rush and were shown to a table at the back.This place has a fantastic river view littered with psalm trees and Mark and I sit sharing a beer and having a cigarette before placing our order.I dont know what ive ordered but hopefully its not raw fish. It is raw fish, accompanied by some fried fish and even though Mark thoroughly enjoys his, Im not that fussed . Im saving myself for the restaurant at the end of the road where we will eat tonight. It is so hot here i feel the need to take an afternoon nap. The latter part of the afternoon was spent exchanging stories with the American Rob and a girl from Turkey called Ronnie. The day passed quickly and before long it was time to eat agian. Wed seen a restaurant at the end of our street and as it was so close we thought wed give it a go. The waiter in their looked like Manwell and as we sat down at our table it was crawling with ants. Manwell swiftly grabbed a menu and brushed the ants from the table stating 'well you are in the jungle its normal' Mark and i just pissed ourselves laughing, whilst continuing to swat the remaining ants.We ordered our food, and seeing as we were the only ones in there it was taking forever so Mark decided to go for a cigarette. As he stood up Manwell shouted right the way across the restaurant ' SIT DOWN' and unusually for Mark he obeyed. By now we could barely contain ourselves for lauging, even though my food took another 20 minutes to appear. The food was as bad as the service, but the laughs we had justifyed in paying for it and we went to bed still laughing.Read more