We tried Guinea Pig last night. Never try Guinea Pig...Ever. Gareth went for the sensible option and plumped for the Alpaca. Craig and Paddy were, however, feeling adventurous. Until, that is, the waiter brought out Bubble and Squeak (as we named our victims). Complete with claws, teeth and a beaming grin we suspected these two little fellas were in a hutch in some kid's back garden a few hours previously. The minimal amount of meat we did manage to scrape from the bones tasted like off fish covered in salt. We were hungry last night. We decided to take some of the missing calories on board in the form of beers and cocktails so off we went to Norton Rats to meet some of our fellow Junketeers including one young lady whose two most hated words were 'moist' and 'flange'. She is now, obviously, known as Moist Flange (or MF or Mikey Fox). She also brought us the first adventurous story of the event, having been robbed at gunpoint along with Bradders on the Lima-Cusco bus! John turned up today (straight from a skydiving course in Spain), but his luggage didn't. God only knows where it is. We also welcomed Ellis, Lara, Anne and Terry to Cusco. We met them in a typical local establishment, a British Pub. It was in there that Terry confessed that, having insisted Anne transfer the £1000 deposit to his account, He didn't actually have internet banking. He should get some decent interest off that lot. The rest was a chilled out day of minor admin and a few beers.