Mice had been in my food during the night. A half eaten peach and spread out oat meal as evidence. The local gate keeper asked if I was gonna have another visit to the steam cave - I wasn't planning to but soon found myself spread out on the metal bench, trying to find comfort. The night had been cold.I returned to Huaraz and dropped my bags at the same hotel I'd stayed at the other day. Took a communal cab up the mountain on the opposite side of the valley. When the cab went no longer I got out, and continued on foot. The locals, eyes wide watched as I walked up the road. Dogs sensed something wasn't right and came barking, showing teeth. Soon I left the village and found an old path leading higher up. A woman passed carrying a large basket on her back.
The air was thin and breathing difficult.
Found a patch of grass hidden. Large pieces of car window glass had been dropped - sliding down into a graveyard of garbage.
I walked back - passing the same wide eyes and bare teeth.
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