The first trick performed on the bus from Cusco to Lima was to make the three meals, promised at the point of sale, disappear into thin air. I´m not wholly convinced they ever existed in the first place.
As we roll into Lima at 2200h, I´m reminded of the desolate socially-collapsed world illustrated in the opening scences of Robocop 3.
The grande finale of the bus has been to reveal that twenty-seven hours of my life have also vanished into thin air - though, slightly thicker than before, now that it´s carrying my three meals. The trick lacked spectacle, showmanship and slieght of hand. It was quite noticable, that for no apparent reason, the bus stopped in the middle of the night and only resumed at dawn.
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