So we jumped into a taxi where the driver said he'd get us there in an hour. The most common taxis were these tiny Hyundai's. Dan always struggled to get into and out of them. On our drive up hills and out of Cusco, the taxi sputtered. The driver pulled over, opened the hood to check who knows what, went under the car to crank something. After a couple of failed starts, the driver SPIT into the engine.