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It was around 1 in the morning as the bus driver pulled into Cusco. There we 10 of us total, just returning from a 3 hike to Manchu Pichu. My girlfriend and were the last two to be dropped off at our hostel. I noticed a concerned look between our guide and our driver as we got further and further from small town center. I’m broken Spanglish he asked me to call our host to confirm our arrival. I made the call. No answer. After about thirty minutes of twisting and turning through the labyrinth of small cobble stone streets, we arrived at an impressive lot surrounded by a 12 foot concrete wall. We grabbed our bags and departed the bus, heading for the one steel door surrounded by the concrete fortress. After a few knocks, the door swung open towards us. Standing in the dark carrying a lantern, was a tiny old woman. She never spoke a word, but beckoned us to enter. I stepped across the threshold.