back in cusco. seems like a bustling metropolis after quillabamba. last night we took a bottle of rum and a giant bottle of beer to the internet cafe as a way to start the evening. oh yeah, drunk internet.(damn i am dizzy. i had just gotten used to the altitude and now i have to get used to it again.)
anyway, cameron thought it was a waste to be drunk and not do anything and i agreed so we went in search of a discoteque. and we found the most happening place in quillabamba on a sunday night.
i decided to pretend that cam was my boyfriend and that i didn´t speak any spanish. this led to an amusing and very simplified evening. first of all, they decided cam was my husband and i couldn´t correct them. i just kept shrugging and saying no entiendo with an accent george w bush would be proud of. boys though all up on me were significantly more respectful since i was some other guy´s property. and turns out cam is a good dancer and actually knows how to lead, which makes for a fantastic travel partner. they played a good variety of music: rock, reggeton, merengue, cumbia.
i saw a bunch of girls trying to copy my super cool american dance moves out of the corner of my eye.
going to a bar tonight where there is a free salsa lesson. tomorrow i sleep and search for more cushy socks. putting waterfall pics on flickr.
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socks are quite possibly one of the greatest inventions of all time.
for your inebriated internet amusement, i leave you with today's best moment, even post-call, very entertaining:
my attdg-so, mr. m, how are you doing today?
mr. m (a very happy manic)-i'm fine, aren't you?
my attdg-well, sir, of course i'm fine. but we want to make sure you're doing fine.
mr. m-OF COURSE, i'm doing fine.
mr m., turning to each individual in our team, then asks around the room, "are you doing fine?"
everyone is stifling laughter at this point, and then mr. m gets to me, "OH HI DR. LEE. well i know you're doing fine because you LOOK FINE."
no reply from me, as i'm too busy biting on my lip.
mr. m turns back to the attending and then puts on what i think was supposed to be his look of contrition, "oh . . . i'm sorry. that was probably inappropriate."
of note, this same individual told me on the day we met, "oh, i LOVE chinese-americans!"
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