In addition, two woman were singing songs taken from Vietnamese theater. Again, I don't exactly recall what it was all about, but it seems boring and unimportant from today's point of view.
I took her down to the bathroom, and her pants and shoes were full of vomit. We were sure that it was not alcohol, but that there was something wrong with the food we had at this "nice" restaurant.
If we had more time, we would have stayed overnight in Aguas Calientes and visited Machu Picchu before 10 a.m. when the crowd (from Cusco) arrives. |
