I would love to enchant you with tales of voodoo and Inca weirdness but the truth is i haven't been up to a great deal over the last few days. With all my transport sorted as far as the Windmill Pub in Ormskirk (thanks Dad, as i mentioned i don't think there are too many llamas offering lifts outside Manchester arrivals) i can now relax, wind down, and possibly visit a ruin or two before taking a mind boggling series of flights back. Back to some cafe to drink yet more coffee.