After watching two episodes of 'The Apprentice' and one of 'Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares' I was cruising for a bruising this morning.
I haven't yet found any failings have cause me to say 'You're Fired' or swear repeatedly in the cafe.
I did swear at our re-discovery of crap service here, Esther's sunglasses are broken so we went to seven (yes seven) different opticians (five of which were next door to each other) and hit on some pig ignorant staff again, it was like having a familiar stone slipped back into your shoe to irritate your foot once more.
Valerio looks absolutely knackered today. Last week his sister's house was destroyed in a mudslide so yesterday he went to try and dig it out. First he had to take a bus from Cusco, then walk five hours through the mountains to the village he comes from, shovel mud all day and then walk five hours back through the mountains again. No wonder he is tired.