So I was dressed and ready to go. It was almost 10:30AM, so our guests had gathered in the lobby to wait for the transport. And I got to pretend I was Evita on the balcony.
Then my family joined me.
We're not arguing, everyone normally stares at the Kid and makes hand motions towards him. I think he was trying to get into his room (the door behind us) while we wanted to take a few photos.
But when we're smiling we look like a normal family. Then it was time to get going. As I descended the stairs, this is what it looked like from my perspective.
And from their perspective.
But it was all smiles for about a few more seconds and a dozen more photos, because the transport had arrived and I attempted to heard the guests there while telling the photographer it was time for him to go take photos of Carlos. He just hung around to take more photos. I told him to go again. And again. And he didn't listen. Nor did he take any spectacular photos. All the photos of us leaving are from friends.
We left the hotel only a few minutes late but arrived in Chaullabamba just after 11AM, as we expected (but before the photographer, which was not expected, he was supposed to take photos of the site before the guests arrived and Carlos getting ready, but he didn't).
But friends did. Which is what you will see next time.
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