Flying to Cusco, we were again met by our Adventure Life driver, Andy, and transported to our hotel where we were greeted by our superb guided, Vidal. The Monasterio is a very classy place. We soon discovered that coming direct from Lima at sea level and staying in Cusco at 11,000 feet elevation was not a good move for us. Pat got sick late Saturday night and required a visit by a doctor on Sunday morning. Fortunately the hotel had available a room into which oxygen was piped 24/7. This allowed her to recover, and is was worth the additional $40 per day. Later in the trip I also got sick. Both of us developed intestinal trouble. Scatological discussions and comparisons during mealtimes are so intellectually stimulating. The breakfast was spectacular as was the service. When you left your napkin on the table to go for food, a waiter would appear and fold it precisely just so and replace it. Every time! Cusco has its own version of a redneck pickup truck: a small car carrying a sofa tied to its top.