Last day in Ayacucho

Thanks, Grandad, for your allusion to Little Red Riding Hood. I know there are many versions of this fairy tale, but, as I recall, Red Riding Hood kicks the wolf´s ass more often than not. Haha. But yes, I will be careful.

Yesterday I spoke to a 12 year old girl on a park bench. She was looking after her little 7 month old sister and my heart went out to them. Rebecca (the older one obviously) was very sweet, but they were in tatters and the baby´s face was covered in some sort of rash.

I´ve been jonsin to draw lately so I went out and bought red and black liquid ink pens. Blue ballpoint pen ink just doesn´t cut it! Now I can be more creative.

On another note, I have mysterious little bites all over my legs. I sleep in my sleeping bag and they only appear below my knee, so I´ve concluded they come from the street. I tend to roll my pants up but may have to stop if I don´t want to be molested by more bugs!

There are street vendors of all kinds here, but the one I find the most interesting are the people who sit on the side of the road with a weigh scale in front of them. Do people pay to weigh their vegetables? Or themselves?

I have a 10 hour bus ride to Andahuaylas to look forward to tonight, and another 8hrs on a bus to Cuzco. I may stay the night in Andahuaylas to break it up a little.