Day one:

 

Arrive at the border, there are no banks amidst the throngs of people so we get a police officer to show us who is the honest money changer. He takes us to a guy and he changes 40 USD in a flurry of hands and haggling in the street. We cross the bridge to the Peruvian customs office and BAM, a guy on a little scooter gets hit by a Semi Trailer and it runs straight over him. Bystanders pick him up by the arms and legs (dead as a doornail) and through him onto the back of a 3 wheel mototaxi and tear off dripping blood. A bit shaken we find our way into the border town where we get a room and promply find out that all the money we changed was counterfeit!! We found an ATM ("go there and come straight back, I´ll send my friend with you") and managed to get a little sleep although the hookers woke us up sometimes coming and going next door.

 

Day two was better but you´ll have to wait.

 

Hasta Luego

 

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