‘Hola my friends, I am Lorenzo.’
Teya sat squeezed into the corner of a couch in the foyer of a dark little hotel where the Machu Picchu information night was being held. There were not many places to sit, and the other trekkers were sitting on the floor or on the steps, their faces turned toward the tour leader, who Teya thought looked a bit like a cowboy.
He was wearing a bright bandana around his neck, and a weird looking hat. His bony hips were belted low with a beaded sash, and his cowboy boots turned up at the toe.
‘And I am Tito, second in command.’ Tito was the smaller of the guides. He was less flamboyant than Lorenzo, with a nice smile and a quiet voice. Both guides were Peruvian, but spoke English well, and as the other trekkers were all from New Zealand, Ireland and America,
