Our flight was to leave at 7.30 AM on Saturday morning. No matter. I could still go out and enjoy the last night in Cusco. Afterall, Alexia did leave me about ten free drink cards for the uptown bar. So Lenay, Fio, Diana and I left the house at ten on friday night after a send off dinner made especially by our host Mom. Lenay left us to go salsa dancing at uptown. The rest of us went to Diana's going away party, as she would be moving to Lima in the coming weeks.
Three drinks and two hours later Fio and I encountered Lenay dancing at Mama Africa, jam packed full of tourists dancing to trash techno and raggaeton. We after spilling cubas and watching smoke rings, we stunbled across the plaza to Uptown, the bar from where Lenay and I had been taking salsa lessons over the last two weeks. A dozen bad songs later, I was out of tickets and out of time. We went home. Three hours would be plenty of sleep before my flight, right?
Some time later I wake up, faint light creaping through the windows. Thinking that it couldn't be that early, I nearly nodded back of. Grabbing a hold of my clock, my eyes focusing from haze. 6.11. I've got an hour and nineteen minutes to get dressed, on a taxi and out of Cusco! So fifteen minutes later, somber goodbyes to my host family, Lenay and I haul our luggage down Umberto Vidal road to the Cultura. Getting a cab at seven AM is not easy but possible. We made it in time, and my six weeks in Cusco abruptly came to a close.
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