In a previous post Andy described the majesty of riding in a taxi here in Cusco. I admit, the first couple of days it was a little unnerving.
Funny how quickly your frame of reference can change...
The other night we were late to dinner with the family we are staying with and we thought that getting a taxi would be the quickest and easiest way to make it remotely on time.
I think we caught a ride with a guy on his first day as a taxi driver in Cusco. He used his blinkers, kept his distance from the cars in front of him, drove the speed limit, and never cut anyone off - just politely waited his turn. And I found myself silently urging him to pick up the pace.....
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Were you making that face in the taxi? Because that might be the reason he was being so cautious: crazy American in the back seat that could go off at any moment.
If you come back looking like that, it will solve the Katie/Kelly/Bethany mystery of where in the world andrew peterson came from . . .
Hi ErinAndy. Loved your blogs. Made us laugh and feel like we were there with you. You could travel and write books together.
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