The first 3 Furballers arrived in theatre after an epic journey that saw Hattersley G. begin his own 56 hour journey with a delayed flight from Germany. After more last minute essential admin than is comfortable, the Hearne-Hattersley combo finally arrived at Heathrow to endure 24+ hours of minimal legroom via Sao Paulo and Lima (where Gareth scrum-halfed a full bottle of water across the floor of the airport) before rolling in to Cusco in a slightly hallucinogenic and thoroughly exhausted state. The trio absorbed all the information from the guide books about acclimatisation to life above 10,000' and promptly ignored it. First stop - Paddy's Bar (obviously). The highest Irish bar in the world. But what about culture I hear you cry? Fear not. A few beers down the line and we were talked in to attending a free Salsa class at Mama Africa, a somewhat intriguing club which rolled from salsa into reggae before pumping out the Phat Choonz innit. After sinking any number of amusingly coloured cocktails the weary, yet excitable triumvirate agreed that salsa is harder than it looks and proceeded to 'reach for the lasers' for a couple of hours. The jetlag finally won over and, armed with camelbaks full of the local tap water (inadvisable, apparently) the boys hit the sack. The next day consisted of sleeping in, wandering aimlessly and rolling in to a chilled out evening of Mojitos, beers, chess, scrabble (yes, you did read that right) and writing this. Until tomorrow. Love from the advance party x