After about four hours of travel, we stopped and a Peruvian nun came and sat next to me. I watched 'Bringing down the house' and 'The Bone Collector' although the tapes were a bit shaken up and the view wasn't always that good. But at least they were in English, and not martial arts!

I started to feel sick and nauseous though, the combination of winding roads, high altitude (we went over 4000 metres before plunging to sealevel) and moving images not being a good one. Consequently, I didn't sleep much. I think apart from the bone-rattling trip from Uyuni to Potosi, this was about the worst busride I have been in.

The boy sitting in front of me kept chucking his rubbish out of the window, then leaving the window open, causing me to freeze. I was very near to slapping him when the busstewardess woke us all up for a round of bingo. The rubbish-chucking kid and a man were the finalists, and I was so glad the other man won (a return trip with Cruz del Sur buses). I've never played bingo before, let alone at eight in the morning on a bus full of Peruvians.

After, they played a dubbed Tim Allen film (The Santa Clause Two) and the annoying kid's granddad stood up in the aisle. He soon got lots of calls of 'sientase' (sit down) and none too kindly, as he was standing right in front of Tim Allen's red and white bulk. The whole family had not bought as many tickets as there were family members, causing them to have to play a sort of continual musical chairs. In short, they were annoying everyone, with the possible exception of the nun next to me, as she kept smiling beatifically.

I crashed in the hostal, then jumped up again, exasperated with myself as I had forgotten my llama t-shirt and table cloth on the bus... the lady at Cruz del Sur did her best, calling loads of people, but could not locate the bag... Damn. If you are in Lima and someone is wearing a red and black t-shirt with three funny white llamas on it: IT'S MINE! THEY STOLE IT...

Oh well, there are worse things in the world I suppose. I mean, the world could end, and only the righteous will be received in heaven, like Willy and Raoul believe. I met them on the square where I was reading. Willy is an older man in a wheelchair, Raoul his kinda dishy caretaker. They were both Jehovah's witnesses, but Willy mainly wanted to talk, not convert me (although Raoul did ask if I talked to God).

Willy, who is a primary school teacher, told me jokes, such as the following:
A man and a woman are standing in a lift. The woman takes her clothes off and says in a husky voice: 'Make me feel like a woman'.
The man thinks for a moment, takes his own clothes off and tosses them at the woman: 'Wash and iron these for me, will you?'
Coming from a 50 year old Jehovah witness in a wheelchair, I thought that was pretty hilarious...

I had a sandwich and went to have a nap, feeling very sleep deprived. I also booked a flight over the Nazca lines tomorrow (the main reason why I am here, after all, although meeting Willy was worth coming here for!) Miguel warned me not to have my breakfast before, but after, as I may lose it in the bumpy flight... Goody, more nausea to look forward to.

In the evening I had dinner at Grumpy's, not sure where they got the name from because they were all quite amiable.... I finished 'Tipping the Velvet' and went to bed early again, I am soooo tired.