The people you meet...
The rooftop patio where all the action happened. Such a beautiful setting with Volcano Misti in the background. “Oh, Kiwis, I love Kiwis. Which part of New Zealand are you from?” This is about the seventh time the 73 year old has asked us this. At first we thought he had amnesia but we have since discovered that he has cataracts and sees things in blurs. “Auckland,” we say. “Oh wow, there is another couple from Auckland staying here too, you Kiwis sure get around.” We don’t have the heart to tell him that the other couple is most likely us - when we were wearing different clothes. We meet Ricardo, otherwise known as Richard from California, at our hostel in Arequipa, Peru. Even though his eye sight is failing him, he seems to be doing ok for an old dude in his seventies, especially considering the amount he smokes and drinks. The other day a French guy offered him a joint, and he tried to swipe it clean out his hand, almost crushing it. “Oh, it’s one of those,” he says, e