Cusco and the Inca Trail
Trip Start Jan 03, 2007
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First of all.
The Inca Trail was not NEARLY as difficult as everyone had led me to believe. Not that it was super easy, but basically everyone had made it seem like I would be crawling up on my hands and knees and would need to cart an oxygen tank behind me. And then this Danish girl died right after coming back from doing the Inca Trail, and the Danish tend to be of fairly hardy stock, so I was a more than a little nervous. She just didn´t have a pulse the next morning and her friends had to take her to the hospital in a taxi, because the ambulance wouldn´t come. I have no intention of losing my pulse just yet. I´ve only been gone two weeks! Plus, who would put me in a taxi? But it wasn´t that bad. I got back last night and woke up this morning with a pulse and everything. I checked it twice. There were parts where you basically had to climb big stone stairs for about 4 hours, but that wasn´t the entire thing. And actually, I was usually the first one to the campsite. And if I wasn´t the first one, I was second. Which goes to show you what kind of people were in my group.
So we saw a lot of things, but I spent most of the time looking at my feet, willing them to move.
On the last day, we got woken up at 4 am, which wasn´t such a big deal because we had been going to sleep at 8, and then we hiked over to Machu Picchu. It was CLOUDY. And it rained for hours and hours.
2. So I leave tomorrow night for Argentina. I'm looking forward to it of course, but I'm going to miss Peru. I left Cusco last night on a 20 hour bus ride, which I spent sitting next to the cutest old woman. Originally, after talking to her for a couple of minutes, she asked if I was from Lima! I almost hugged her. No, lady, there is not one thing about me that's Peruvian, and also, and this is a big one here, I do not speak Spanish. But she told me that I speak it very well (liar) and that she understood everything I was saying. Maybe that has something to do with the fact that I know ten Spanish words. I should be able to speak ten words coherently. She was heading to Lima to see one of her sons and his children. She had a new alpaca poncho that she modelled for me. I almost hugged her. Then she got on her cell phone to tell her son that she was on the bus, and I heard her tell him that she was sitting next to a lovely señorita from the United States who speaks very good Spanish and she's from Washington, DC, and she's going to Lima from Cusco, and she says that Peru is very nice and she's going to miss it when she goes to Argentina, which is where she's going next. And then she got off the phone and told me that her son and his family wish me safe travels. I almost hugged her. And then she saw that I was wearing flipflops and became very concerned that my feet were going to get cold, and she reached down and touched my feet and declared that yes, yes they will get cold. And she gave me a look that only an old lady can give. And not for the last time, I almost hugged her.
I found that Peru was full of people that I wanted to hug. There was also Rodrigo, who hung out at the internet place across the street from the hostel with his mother, who apparently worked there.