Sep 28, 2011
It's a total right off. Once again I missed my chance to both see something worthwhile and move on quickly by arriving back at the hostel at 10am this morning. Consequently I wake when it's dark, eat something, then return to bed for the fear to set in until around 5am Monday morning. I'm not impressing anyone, least of all myself, and I'm determined to make a conscious effort to get in shape. If I fail to do so, I'll collapse in an embarrassing heap during the accent to Machu Picchu, ten minutes after setting off. I hereby declare no more drinking or smoking until at least after the trek is finished. Or if I meet a girl in a hostel. Or for the FA cup final. Or for Friday nights.