Luckily Carrie is feeling better the following morning, so after a quick visit to the hot springs and a massage (we kept telling ourselves that we had earned it), we got on the 4 hour train that would take us back to Cusco. During the ride we were treated to a fashion show and many memorable views of the neighboring mountains and the mighty Urubamba River, which showed us countless Class 5+ rapids for over an hour as we winded our way home.
Upon arriving, we went straight to Jacks for the best meal we'd had in days (Cheeseburger and fries for Dave, and a heaping plate of Nachos for Carrie), and then we went off to meet up with the entire gang at a local Irish pub for our final goodbyes. Carrie got off easy, as she had been sick the night before, but Dave ended up staying there till 2:30 drinking too many beers and "vodka and Oranges", the drinks ordered by our Irish friends the kept arriving at the table, amid much toasts and poundings on the backs as we rehashed the previous 4 days.
As a result, Carrie enjoyed our final day of hurriedly shopping around Cusco before our flight much more than Dave did. Regardless, we made our purchases before boarding our flight to Lima, where we would have a 7 hour layover before departing for L.A. at 1:00 in the morning. We decided that was too much time to spend in any airport, so we headed into the dirty, polluted city of 8 million to grab some sushi at one of the places recommended in our book. The taxi drive there was the most memorable part of Lima, as our driver was perhaps the craziest in a town full of crazies. We both smiled as we grasped onto the door handles for dear life and enjoyed the express ride through town. Dinner was fine, but not memorable, and we made it back to the airport and managed to stay awake long enough to board the flight to L.A. We were finally headed back home, albeit briefly...
As a result, Carrie enjoyed our final day of hurriedly shopping around Cusco before our flight much more than Dave did. Regardless, we made our purchases before boarding our flight to Lima, where we would have a 7 hour layover before departing for L.A. at 1:00 in the morning. We decided that was too much time to spend in any airport, so we headed into the dirty, polluted city of 8 million to grab some sushi at one of the places recommended in our book. The taxi drive there was the most memorable part of Lima, as our driver was perhaps the craziest in a town full of crazies. We both smiled as we grasped onto the door handles for dear life and enjoyed the express ride through town. Dinner was fine, but not memorable, and we made it back to the airport and managed to stay awake long enough to board the flight to L.A. We were finally headed back home, albeit briefly...
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