So Im on a 11 day whirlwind tour through Peru, starting in Arequipa, a one night stopover in Lake Titicaca, and then up to Machu Piccu for a few days.

So Arequipa is at a medium altitude (7000 ft), and Im here to view all the colonial arquetecture as well as do a 2 day tour to the 2nd deepest canyon in the world tomorrow. The weather is absoutely beatiful here, but it cant be more than 40 degrees this morning.

As last night was completely uneventful, except for watching Argentina lose to Brazil 3-1 (disapointing) and falling asleep at 10pm after a day of 13 hours of travelling, Im going to write about breakfast this morning.

First the positives....I was next to a table of 4 british lesbians who must be here on some sort of erotic sex holiday (thats half Columbo and half wishful thinking). Also, I had freshly squeezed, or whateverthehelltheycallit, papaya juice, and the breakfast hasnt given me diarhea (yet).

I guess the only thing I have to bitch about is the coffee. Every table had steaming cups of coffee while I was shivering at my table so much, I could tell the lesbians were thinking about throwing a couple self-adhesive sextoys on my forehead and playing "pony express". But that`s beside the point. Once I finally got my coffee, i spilled a heaping spoonful of sugar into the mother and took a healthy gulp. To my disgust, this sludge had a sickenly sweet taste not unlike warm prune juice, but with out the helpful side effect of regularity unheardof outside the Swiss railway system.

Hopefully lunch is better.