The Lost City of the Incas, Guinea Pig...and cross dressing

 Machu Pichu. Right. We did it. Everything you would have expected. Postcard perfect views, Mysterious, fog laden, tons of tourists. We hired a guide at the gate to take us around which was a pretty decent idea considering that Machu is enormous and confusing. We took a tour around the grounds and then climbed to the top of Waina Pichu which is the mount overlooking the city. One of the hardest and most dangerous things I've done on this trip, besides riding Chilean micros. There is literally a path cut into the side of this mountain with not much in the way of railings. One wrong step and you're dead, like smashed into a bloody-mist-on-the-bottom-of-a-mountain-dead . Going back down it in the middle of a rainstorm was probably a bad idea but since we weren't into waiting out said rainstorm on the top of Waina Pichu, it was a must. You had to make your way past tourist after tourist who were going up in the same direction you had just come on the same path made for one person.

We got back to Aguas Calientes which is a tourist town at the base made solely for tourists going to Machu Pichu and slept for about 3 hours then left at 5ish to go back to Cusco. I really like Cusco, I really like Peru in general actually. It's cheap and there are alot of great things to see. Cusco is a colonial city but has managed to retain its Quechuan heritage enough so that's it's a really beautiful amalgamation of New World and Old World. Logan, Mike, Yaima, Lucy and I stayed at a pretty great hostel that was hosting a cross dressing party when we got back that night. Now...I had every intention of going and drinking dressed like a man....until the girls hosting it convinced Mike and I to dress like women since "everyone else was doing it." Both of us are about 6'5" and were pretty hopeful that there would be no womens' clothing at this hostel to fit us.  That didn't pan out. Within minutes I was somehow wearing a yellow summer dress that I was busting out of like a pig in a corset and madeup in mascara and lipstick. We walked into the party and other people were indeed dressed as the opposite sex, the only problem is that it was only men. I think one girl had a drawn on moustache but that was it. Perfect. I'm probably the ugliest tranny that ever walked the planet but that didn't keep me from winning the catwalk contest. There were 5 of us and I think my sheer size kept me as a front runner. When we had a walk off (the applause meter was a stalemate and we had a tie) I killed it due to Single Ladies coming on. My reward was a disgustingly electric blue drink fed to me thru a beer bong tube. People my age shouldn't be doing things like this anymore. It's just plain humiliating

Before leaving Peru, Guinea Pig was a must and we ate some overlooking the Plaza in Cusco. Guinea Pig (Cuy) pretty much tastes exactly how a sweaty Russian guy would smell after working in an ore mine for an entire week and not showering. Just take a minute to imagine that. I had to hurry out of the restaurant to catch my bus to Argentina straight after that and threw up a little in my mouth. It's not good, but I guess you work with what you have if the only other domestic animal you have is Llama and Alpaca. Hopefully the beef in Argentina is good.