Have you ever camped in an alpaca pasture?

...at night you can hear there soft padding toes in the grass nearby. Soft low moans and mewling, occasional blurp sneezes. I realize writing this I have no way to really convey the sound of an alpaca sneeze. One of a kind. Fluffy white bundles bedded down on the hillside, eyes reflecting back in your headlamp as you mozey into your tent for bed. The clouds peeled back from the sky and the stars of the Southern Hemisphere sparkling so close over your head. Bright as candle flames out in the middle of no where, far from any lights.

A Sunday drive through the Andean countryside. Big Blue made it without a hitch. Back in La Libertad. Get ready it was a crazy week....