Saying Goodbye

First to go were Ellie and Jen, who were headed back to Cochabamba on Sunday morning. Jen's situation regarding Ronnie had become somewhat complicated. When she confronted him the previous Tuesday to collect her stuff, he denied everything, in such a way that Jen didn't know what to think. He said there had been one ex-girlfriend who was a bit crazy and wanted him back, but that he was not engaged to anyone nor seeing anyone else. He showed her his ID, which clearly states that he is indeed 37, and not 42 as Ximena had said. She did some digging, and went to the registry office, who told her that he hadn't been married before. It seemed like Ximena had got a lot wrong. I felt awful, but Jen promised me that things weren't right with Ronnie anyway and she's glad that something made her end it, even if it was something as strange as this. She's had it out with Ronnie and they sorted things out amicably. I keep wondering how Ximena got things so badly wrong. Anyhow, I waved her and Ellie a sad goodbye at the bus terminal.

Next to go was Jack the following morning, on a bus to Cuzco. After travelling with him every weekend and then spending the last two weeks with him everyday, he was probably the person I'd got closest too.

Jonny and Alexis weren't leaving until Tuesday morning, so we had lunch in the Colonial Pot and marvelled again at the fallic images carved into the wood panelled walls, went to see Harry Potter (it was just as good the second time), and had a rather disappointing curry. I had to get up early with them the next morning and sneak past reception after staying in their room without paying. I said a hurried goodbye to them as, typically, they were late for their bus.

And then there was one. I miss them all. I'm sure we'll meet up again though.