leaving Amantani

The next morning was like waking with a hangover, even though I hadn't drunk any alcohol for a while. Where was I? Mmm.... Was Roger still alive? Was I? .....Phew! He sure was but I was as sluggish as!

We watched as members of the family emerged from the "sleeping/living" room... how many were there? We watched as two old ladies emerged and begnn their tasks. Eventually a tousled haired youth emerged. Isabella and Isa talked quietly in cadenced voices as they cooked pancakes for our breakfast. Suddenly it was time to leave... all too fast.

Strangely we were now walking down the pathways that had become familiar to us and down to the boat. Sad to say goodbye to our family... also strange to exchange email addresses!