I remember the ride back from the train station to Cusco was sketchy. It was dark and for some reason I was sitting shotgun with the bus driver. I remember he had a picture of some saint hanging from the mirror and he kept praying and touching it. It was through some mountain pass and he kept having to flash his lights and honk the horn when he rounded the corners. The driver for sure was terrified of this road. My family in the back had no idea