Following the exertions of drinking my first Pisco sour, a midnight flight out of Lima and failure of the, hotel booked, taxi to meet me at 4.30am it was always going to be a slow day.
A couple of long cafe stints in the main square, one for a coffee and a cigar and the other for a toasted sandwich and a beer followed by a pleasant hour or so with Alice (who the), a young Belgian lady, spending two months travelling Brazil and Argentina on her own. The visits interspersed with a much needed nap.
Just picked up a hire car for tomorrow’s jaunt to Cafayate. Hopefully I will be off at sparrows.