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Every street surrounding the main square was filled with garishly dressed marching bands, girls in traditional costumes and boys in ukuku masks, which look like ski masks with clown faces knitted onto them. It was as if the Colorblind Junior Majorette Society of Greater Cusco had scheduled a social mixer with the Future Bank Robbers of Southern Peru.

Just when I started to wonder what the logistics were for repatriating a body to the United States, we spotted a depot with a train parked in a siding.

He had that look in his eye that any American who has spent time around non-American drunks may recognize, the leer that precedes either projectile vomiting or a lecture on the CIA. Sometimes both.

Between my microfiber bwana costume and the sacks of candy that Justo kept foisting on me, I could have been trick-or-treating as Hemingway.