"In the late afternoon I made my way to the edge of town where I had been told I would, for a small fee, be able to get a lift on the back of a truck down to Cusco. Sure enough the trucks were there with their drivers all calling out to the potential passengers. I joined one who said he was about to leave and climbed up on the back and made myself as comfortable as I could on some bags of cement. I was soon joined by six locals and we were on our way, great I thought. The first few miles went fine across the barren desert road then we got a puncture in the inside back tyre. It took nearly 3 hours to get the wheel off and change it, by which time the rest of the convoy had gone past and it was dark and starting to rain. We went a few more miles to a small village and stopped for the night. It was very cold and I was really glad I had my sleeping bag to climb into. The next day we carried on only to get another puncture after a short way, then in the afternoon the hosepipe on the radiator went so we had to keep stopping for water and going slow 'til we reached a town where it was fixed. We spent that night again at a small village on the back of the truck, and shortly after starting next day met the rest of the convoy on its way back to Puno. When that evening we finally reached Cusco I felt I had had enough of truck travel to last me a lifetime.