Getting up early as usual, our invisible patron showed himself at last as we were putting our tent away. The cost for our stay upon his land was 33 cents. As we slowly marched up the mountain, thoughts of our final destination for the day spurred us onward. A final photo shoot, this time with a group of young people, stopped us as we reached the lookout point for the mid-valley. They shared bananas with us and we argued the fine points of organic littering, due to Blake dropping his peel on the ground, and we were off once again.Once we made it to the house on the edge of the mountain, the one with the elderly couple who let us stay in the cow flats,we got a KR lemon soda, we wanted Sprite but no such luxury was afforded us. It was a sad consolation prize, especially since it has aspartame in it but it gave us some much-needed energy so It wasn't all bad.While we were there a group of 3 hikers came, 2 from Australia and one from Germany. We gave them the advice we were givin, plus whatever we thought they could use as food for thought. They thanked us and went onwards down the trail towards the ruins.We waited an hour and a half for a taxi and took it back to cachora. The driver asked for 10 soles each but I saw the others give 5 so I did the same and the old man accepted it without a fuss. When we got to the taxis waiting in town the driver tried to charge 10 each for us, thinking it was a rip off we refused. Another driver exited the nearby cafe and said the same price, explaining that it was not possible to exit the same road we came down on for some reason and that we would have to go a longer way to the top. So we agreed and drove what truly was a longer way back to Raymond.When we got there we waited alongside the road for a local bus to come. Blake became impatient and wanted to take a taxi Curiwassi. Just as he said this a taxi driver who had been sitting on his hands on the other side of the road, offered to take us there for 5 soles each, we unanimously agreed and joined him in the car. A short while later and a few extra passengers picked up along the way, we reached Curiwassi. From there we got in a van and were taken back to Cusco for 15 soles each. We were stopped by the police and our driver had to go into the police station but quickly rejoined us and continued on.A little while later we passed a semi that hd flipped over on the road, several workers were engaged in trying to dig out the undercarriage in order to get it back on its wheels. When we finally returned to Cusco, we entered the first nice restaurant we saw and had the most expensive meal for either of us so far, 2 pizzas, 2 lemonades, a mushroom soup, and a mixed salad. Blake had bought a 2 litter bottle of sprite at the convenience store outside and used that to refill our lemonades, The servers were a bit puzzled at how our drinks magically reappeared every so often, but maybe they'd seen such things before, it was a backpackers haven after all.Next we went into an internet cafe and discovered that our airfares to Iquitos had never got through and that we would need to visit an official Avianca office to rectify the matter. We returned to our couch surfers house, watched the Bourne Ultimatum in spanish with Luiz, with a bag of classic Lays potato chips and ice cream to share.