A glorious reiunion was underway and we arrived at Jessica's house and were bestowed with fine Pisco sours. Andy made his appearance, and plans were made to thwart exhaustion, dine, and strike out to the Miraflores hot-spots. Dinner began with a raucus, techo-beated fire show, followd by a hilarious disco, which featured a flintstones theme, and provided a fantastic dance-a-thon. (Photos?)... MaryLou and Kelly came along with the Americans to demonstrate the proper moves. We made a valiant effort to arrive at the airport early for our 6am flight to Cuzco, but a drunken slumber is seldom prudent when time is of the essence.
	But time was not our enemy. The ghastly fiasco that ensued was the result of an ill-mannered airline known as TANS, who refused us seats, but did promise them the next day. No matter, we meandered back into Lima to the central district and the spartan Hotel Europa. Charles and I meandered to-and-fro, then the three of us ascended (by bus) Cerro San Cristobol to gaze at the city, as the smog angels we were. We awoke at 3am determined to get our seats. The Taxi ride is a story unto itself, and TANS demoted us again and we bought passage on a decrepit Antonov-24 bearing the ungainly moniker "Star-Up"