The many colors of Cuzco, Peru

From the comfort of the Arniboldi's home in Santiago, I ventured northward for 4 hours on a plane, and 17 hours on a bus to get to Cuzco, Peru, the access point to Machu Picchu. In the last 4 nights I have slept a cumulative 16 hours, partially because the high altitude (10,000 feet) and mostly because sleep is for the weak.. I am just kidding, I would slay a new born llama right now for a restful 8-hour night of sleep.

The good news is that I finally finished my poorly planned 3-week bus tour of Argentina, Bolivia, Chile and Peru, which saw my ass perched in bus seats for 130 hours, (not including 3 days crammed in the backseat of a Toyota Land Cruiser), 6 nights sleeping on buses, 4 hours on a plane (Yea, I buckled and bought a flight instead of a 28 hour bus ride. I don't feel bad about this.) And other than the stray night of puking violently on a bus and some stern border patrolmen thinking I was Pablo Escobar, I made it with flying colors.

Speaking of which, Cuzco is a beatiful ancient Incan City up in the Andes Mountains. One peculiar item of note in Cuzco, is that almost every building and flag pole flies a rainbow colored flag, not un-identical to the Gay Pride flags seen in the U.S. After some investigative questioning, I found out that it is just the Cuzco flag, and has nothing to do with the City's sexual preference.