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So now actually say goodbye to Ayacucho. Oh man, that's not easy for me at all. Cusco will have a hard time. Well, I got up at 5:00 a.m. to have a leisurely coffee and say goodbye on the terrace. It's still dark, so is my mood. Pilar, my super great and nice landlady, had already ordered a taxi for 6:00 a.m. yesterday. I'm sitting there now with my butt full of tears, but the plan was different. The taxi picked me up, the same procedure as yesterday, this time a super nice steward. It helped me a lot, it went very quickly and Ines was through. Call to fly. Being the good person I am, I stand in line. My steward comes along and takes me out again. What now? Well... it was the wrong plane, also Lima, but an hour earlier. You might also want to pay attention to the flight number. Good for next time. When I landed in Cusco, two of Giovi's uncles picked me up. Drove me to Giovi's house and showed me everything. Now I was truly alone for the first time. I had to realize. Not mine. I need people. I first went shopping, I hadn't eaten anything yet and I prepared something. With Giovi, as with many Peruvians, the shower and toilet are across the courtyard and the kitchen with living room on the first floor, where you also had to go outside. A key for each area. It's only stupid if you leave it inside and close the door. Ok shock... what now... Knocked next door, Giovi's cousin lives there, asked if he could help. Was not there. His girlfriend then helped me. And really, I was really happy about the simple way the Peruvians built it. We got them open. I could have had a party. Then quickly go to bed and sleep and look forward to tomorrow...