CHAPTER 5
Now I am sitting in a cafe overlooking cuzco's main square, the plaza de armas, soaking up th erich variety of sights and sounds as i write. The huge cathedrals flanking the square are backdrop to a large fountain, gardens, and benches filled with all manner of tourists, beggars, local women in bright ponchos, and ever present flocks of pigeons.
There is a stable in the centre preparing for what i am told will be a live nativity scene for 5 days before christmas, and 5 after.
In the background of this all, there is the shrill whistle of the police, with seemingly no reason or rhythm to the way they blow it. They just blow it. Constantly. Piercingly. But it somehow fits the collage of scenes merging together in this vibrant little town. To prove my point, Anthony just laughed and i looked up to see santa in a car, parked just beneath the patio we're sittting on.

The thrills of travel come from many places and one will never grow bored if you keep your eyes open.
So finally, here endeth the chapter of the journey thus far.......