ast day in the Andes chilling or rather baking on the hostel rooftop with a lovely swiss / german couple (and very helpful for future Zurich life) despite watching and los
ing in the England v Germany game. They are driving around Sth America in a mini-van and we wondered if we'd chosen the wrong transport!Then a fear-stricken 16 hr bus journey back to the hospital to have the pin removed from my hand. Original doctor was
AWOL which was no big loss in my mind but cost us a couple of days waiting. Eventually saw a much nicer man who still insisted that in Peru the pin gets removed without anaesthetic (every other country would have put me out). Will held one hand and was given cotton wool soaked in pure alcohol to hold under my nose with the other and the doctor pulled out the pin with pincers from my broken one. I must admit there was some screaming - the pin was damn long and took its time to come out - but honestly having the stitches removed was even worse.Happier times followed as we were re-united with our lovely bikes and headed off to Lima, where we spent a day walking along the clifftops, getting spoilt with Starbucks coffee and the infamous pisco sours - my current fave drink which tastes like lemon meringue pie,
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