Beat The Clock.

Jan 23 - Peru

"I'm beginning to hate tourists."

Jorge made a small, non-committal sound at the back of his throat, spitting the thick, green contents on the ground between him and his fellow beast of burden.

"Think about it. They bring all of their stuff, heavy with things they don't up here, and have up trudge up these rocky months, only to complain about the ride."

"It could be worse, Luis. Imagine us having to actually bring them up ourselves."

Both of them turned to see their friend doing his best up a rural trail with a man over three-hundred pounds on his back. They shuck their heads as the weighed down llama brayed for help.

"You're right, it could be worse." Luis sighed as only llama's could. "We don't get enough respect for this."

Jorge spit again in agreement.