With Alan Garcia’s lead over Lourdes Flores widening, the time has come to forget the future and start obsessing over my trip to the jungle.
A bit of avoidance has never hurt anyone has it?
The journey to Manu is one of the most spectacular in the world.
The descent into the cloud forest is amongst birds, plants and insects that only exist for a few thousand feet on the eastern slope of the Andes.
More boring anticipation I’m sure between now and when I leave.
The news of Valerio’s dad is much better, it was his birthday yesterday, Valerio says that he is more comfortable and considerably happier; he can even move some of his toes. It is Valerio’s birthday too on Friday so I imagine that these developments are about the best he could hope for.
Last night we missed the procession for ‘Senor de los Temblores’ the patron saint of earthquakes because Magda came round.
When I went down to check on the café, San Agustin was shoulder to shoulder with people and a smelly, smoky chicharron (beef heart on a stick with a potato on the end) stand had been set up across the street.
The cafe was nicely full too.