Not much to say about my many nights out in Cusco except that the night of the day of horse riding was the first of many.
Loki is a bit of a crazy hostel and no matter how adamant I was that I didn't want to drink or go out, I would get side-tracked at the bar and suddenly it would be happy hour and rude not to have a drink (or 4), especially as normally the whole hostel was doing the same thing and everyone was really fun. We had a really good group of people made even better because I bumped into my friend Lars, who I had seen loads of places along the way and who I had spent Christmas and New Year with (spot the guy in a superhero costume and red bandana).
The nights out were all hilarious and messy, normally entailing lots of dancing and getting home at around 5am...
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