Our plan was to leave Arequipa around 10:30 or 11:30 in the morning. We were told there was a bus then. That is until we got to the station, where we found out there wasn’t a bus at that time (no reason was given why not) and we had to wait four hours for the next bus. Momma assured us before she came that she wanted to travel just like we do. Well, this was a perfect introduction to what travel for us can be (and has been) like. A few hours behind schedule, we arrived in Chivay to a mob of tired and cold backpackers who had their own annoying bus story. Momma had wanted to get off the bus to take a picture, but when she saw the mob outside, she stayed put. It was a good thing she did because many ended up standing or sitting on laps as we made our way to Cabanaconde. We arrived after dark, dropped our stuff, and grabbed dinner: an alpaca pizza. Because, isn’t that what everyone does when they arrive in a teensy town on the edge of Colca Canyon?