Nite Street, Cuzco
Looks nice, but it was one of those situations where you realize you’re in the wrong spot, at the wrong time. Coming down the mountainside from a village festival, The White Rasta and I found ourselves in one of the high neighborhoods that ring Cuzco, Peru. A security guy, some tienda people, and various others told us to basically get the fuck out of the neighborhood, it was very dangerous at this time of night. We got down to the closest store, the Senora hid us inside, until a taxi wandered by. She wrote down the plate number of the taxi as we left. Hmmm, sometimes things are not as they seem. Lesson learned.