So we got on the train after we met up with the 3 swedish girls.  They were very nice.  They are all taking a break after high school to travel and work.  One of them is a grave digger! A swedish fucking grave digger!!! They all like ¨Old¨music like the Pixies and Bob Dylan.  That is what is cool in Sweden.  So there!

We talked on the train and decided to share a taxi back to Cuzco.  We negotiated a price and jumped in and took off.  The driver asked us if we wanted to try the local drink, chicha.  We said sure, why not.  He pulled over into a little shack on the side of the road where a rip-roaring campesino party was underway.  There were all the ladies with their braids, big skirts, and hats dancing and laughing.  And a few drunk men who could barely stand up.  We walked in and the men just about died.  They swooped up the Swedish girls and started dancing.  One girl was in their grip for a while so I said to her ¨Girl, do you need help?¨ and she said YES! I got her out of the situation.  We danced and drank weird chicha for a while.  Until the marriage proposal came.  One man fell madly in love with one of the Swedes and asked her to please marry him and then tried to kiss her.  It was all in good fun! We said goodbye and thank you and then hit the road.

As we climbed up the Andes, the talk was Sweden, life, the US, languages, etc.  Then the taxi driver said: Would you like to see a haunted house? And we said: uhhh, no! He said it was on the way and started telling the story.  It was dark that night, clouds and fog swept up the road and the story started:

Outside of the town, Chinchero, there was a brother and sister who chose to live as man and wife.  The town killed them for this.  Their house was on the edge of town on the side of the road….The taxi driver pulls up beside the house, it is ugly and dark…. The sister haunts the road at night enticing taxis to pull over and help her.  In the morning they are found with foam on their mouthes and dead.  The town has tried to burn down the house, but anyone who touches it dies.  The taxi driver had seen her many times and smokes and chews coca whenever he crosses this spot after midnight.  Taxis all gather on one side or the other if they have to cross so they can cross in a caravan.  There is no official count to how many she has killed, but it´s a lot.

WOW! We screamed and shouted the whole time he told the story.  And then shook past the scary spot.  What a night! It was a truly unforgettable day!