On the buses
Monday, January 3rd, 2005We were quite lucky as when the taxi dropped us back in Pisac, the bus to Ollantaytambo arrived. The bus was already packed with locals on their way home from work. Eug scrambled up the steps onto the roof to tie on our rucksack. I was paranoid that the bus was going to start moving while he was still boy scouting on the roof.
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