Ruth, Charlie and Gilby turned up today leaving just Jenny to arrive somewhere down route. These three had just survived a 20 hour bus journey from Lima resplendent in a combination of Linen travelling suits, plus fours and straw boaters. Sheer brilliance. With the gang all here it was time to mount our steeds for the first time, and what a terrifying experience it was. The true realisation of what we were about to undertake began to sink in. The glorious mototaxi doesn't do straight lines, corners, hills (up down) or flat. After a couple of hours tearing around a hotel football pitch we began to get acquainted with our three-wheeled terrors. So confident that one of our Estonian counterparts became the first to roll one of the beasties. After the training we were allocated our very own mototaxis. Most of the fleet are 125cc but, as a present for being the first Junketeers to arrive in Cusco, 2 More Great Balls of Fur and Great Balls of Fur 2 were awarded with turbo-powered drag racers boasting a massive 150cc.The acceleration is truly something to behold. Lots of last minute shopping was done today. The bike spares shop thought Christmas had come early. We had our spares list translated into Spanish and, when the other teams got wind of this, they lined up one after the other to copy our shopping list. The Furballers lead the way yet again. We also had the bombshell dropped that we actually do need helmets. No problem, we said, we'll throw money at the problem (which, among other events earned us the nickname of Team Money). However, it turns out that Peruvians have exceptionally large heads so it took a considerable amount of time to find an eclectic collection of protective headwear of a suitable size. After the 'training' all the Junketeers got together for a meal courtesy of the Adventurists. A lot of tired faces surrounded that table but red wine and Pisco Sours got things moving. The intrepid collective found themselves, once again, demolishing the cocktail list in Mushrooms and the dance floor in Mama Africa. A particularly amusing night was had by all with much swapping of clothes for cross-dressing bets and Terry had to escape the unwanted attentions of an overly friendly local. As the group filtered out Paddy managed to end up 5 minutes behind John, Craig and Gareth who were absolutely unwakeable. The corollary of this being that, due to a lack of spare key until the porter turned up at 5:30am, he had to curl on a bench in the courtyard. Who needs enemies eh?