Not much to report. I'm in Cuzco waiting for a meal that may never arrive.
I woke up early this morning, grabbed a quick breakfast, then took the taxi to the airport. We went a slightly different route to before so I saw a few more colonial buildings.
I actually wrote a lot more about what happened this morning, it was full of hilarious anecdotes about what I'd seen on the way to the airport and afterwards, but my laptop crashed with no autosave, so I lost it.
A bit later someone stole my wallet with a load of cash and a couple of cards. Basically, because I'd been flying, I'd moved my cash from the higher value target to my wallet for safe-keeping, but hadn't gotten around to transferring it back, so they acquired all of it: pounds, euros, dollars, soles. I was even super-paranoid, but the scam is simple: throw dirt at the mark's back, help them brush it off, pick pocket. The urge to react is so strong that it takes both of your hands. I even knew about how it worked, but was just a second or two too slow putting it together.
So I wasn't really in the mood to retype it all. In fact, once I'd made the necessary calls to cancel my cards I wasn't in much of a mood to do anything.