Cusco,
Peru
Thursday, April 16, 2009
S@#t! that hurt, no more buses...well two more. The bus left 30 minutes late as usual. I was excited because the seat next to me remained vacant up to 5 minutes before we left until I was partnered with an old lady who smelt like pee. There was no armrest in between the two seats and she managed take up her seat and enough of mine to get on my nerves. At some stages she was using me as a second back rest, infuriating, she´s lucky she was old. At least the temperature was coolish inside the bus and I also had access to a small window above my head. The ride was going Ok until I ate a bag of local pop-corn, about 5 minutes after finishing the bag I became ill. I had no idea why but it gradually got worse until I decided to visit the toilet on the bus and purge my stomach and hopfully realive my sickness. Well the ´toilet´ was a funel shaped piece of metal that was met by a bucket of swishing water, i got an image in my mind of the contents of the bucket swirling out and covering me as the bus made a sudden movement, but luckily no. It worked and and I felt much better afterwards. I arrived in Cusco after 10 hours with no sleep and feeling drained. I found my hostel without any dramas and went to the local Irish pub for a feed and of coarse a beer.
Today I managed to work up the enthusiasm and went for a run up to the large statue of Jesus above the town, my lungs are not completely acclimatised to the altitude and it hurt like buggery but it felt good afterwards. I also picked up a bag I left here 5\6 months ago, it was like opening a Christmas present but I was shocked at the amount of stuff that was inside which I had forgotten about. I still have a bigger bag of more climbing gear in Lima to pick up which I am grimmicing over. Its very embarresing seeing other travellers with a small sized backpack, i get jealous sometimes....the bastards.
