In the evening we had a welcome dinner in town. The restaurant had a delicious buffet which included alpaca stew and ceviche (raw fish marinated in lemon juice, coriander, garlic and pepper a Peruvian specialty yummo).
Jon and I were unfortunately dragged up to dance with these people dressed in scary costumes (my mistake was getting up to photograph Jon after he was led to the dance floor). The guy kept shaking my arms and I had no idea what to do. Didn’t help that I have no rhythm (I was always put in the back row of jazz ballet classes supposedly because I was tall, but I am no fool, there is no Latino blood running through my veins) and had also eaten two bowls of three milk cake (a very good Peruvian dessert) and drunken two pisco sours (an alcoholic Peruvian drink made from sour grapes and egg whites).
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