Playing Pool, Two Miles Up

Just back from the 40km trek to Machu Picchu, Jus and I are out in Cuzco, a few beers and pool in an Irish Bar (Norton´s Rat) which is what we deserve (ooh my aching bones). A few Western (Northern?) wasters join us for pool, which happens to be the worst pool table in the world (surface as smooth as ice), and we win in a satisfying way. We are travelling with a purpose, the others are there at the Last Chance Saloon. I´ll be home soon, the other guys are there for losing themselves in an alcoholic murk to avoid going back.