My trip to Cuzco (a.k.a Cosco)
So, I am in Cuzco, thanks to an olde high school friend. She and her recently wed-to husband decided they wanted to have a collective honeymoon and drag all their friends who'd never met before around Peru.
I got on a plane all by myself because I had to buy everything separately from the rest. They were going to the jungle first and I only to Cuzco. It was quite frightening to get to the airport of an unknown city where you can't rely on anyone for help. I imagined all kinds of terrible scenarios in which I never got to meet with the rest of them and was left alone with nowhere to go. Luckily, this was not the case and we all met without a problem.
The first day I got here I was mostly worried about accomodation. I had decided not to come to the trip because it was way over my budget but my friends were very persuasive and they offered taking care of my lodging. I didn't think they'd mean I had to sneak in the hotel.
Now, I'm one of those people who have a lot of trouble breaking rules. If the rule isn't unfair, I just can't break it, but that day it was a matter of sleeping in a warm bed or out in the streets. After successfully managing to pass by the check-in unnoticed, I fell on the bed and stayed there for half the day. I came down with "soroche", a common altitude malady foreigners get in Cuzco. Being from Lima, a city at sea level, it was quite shocking for me. I felt someone was pressing my skull from all sides. My mouth was dry no matter how much water I drank and I couldn't even think of food.
That's when I really met Royce, quite a character. During my delirious state I remember him telling me stories and jokes to make me laugh, giving me face massage, and turning me into a mythological creature that would star on his next children's tale. I am, up to now, a creature who looks like a sherbet icecream, my nose is made out of marzapan, I have one cold hand and one warm and wear a warm and cold glove in opposition, Both hands are also faucets of warm and cold water, and I'm filled with foam, oh and I'm sneaky. All of this is based on reality, I'm not joking.
That day sincerely sucked. The next I felt a whole lot better and I decided to go for a walk. Royce came with and we quickly progressed to talking about our past pomantic relationships. He has a crush on me and I don't like him that way. He reminds me of Stergios and I keep thinking "I'm so glad Bernardo isn't like Royce this way..." Truly, hangung out with other worthwhile and cool people makes you really appreciate wonderful boyfriends. After that we found a nice old eating spot with under-10-soles combos. While the gringos are spending close to 40 dollars a day to eat, I have a budget of 10. Royce thought it was great to eat there and so we planned to go together. We didn't count on Laura joining us and then Amy and Robin too. I didn't really like the idea of having them wat at a place where they could get food for 3 dollars, since it wouldn't be fancy in any way and I didn't want them to feel uncomfortable. I tried to persuade them not to come talking about unsanitary kitchens and I almost did, but then they totally got over it and went with. Along also came both of my married friends, so 7 of us had a complete lunch for less than $15. And it was better than that night's Christmas dinner, 10 dollars per head.
More coming, including me being politely asked to move out of the hotel, 4 hours of a train ride with Royce and a Japanese dude who played games and loved Dragon Ball Z, and rain and no umbrella!
I got on a plane all by myself because I had to buy everything separately from the rest. They were going to the jungle first and I only to Cuzco. It was quite frightening to get to the airport of an unknown city where you can't rely on anyone for help. I imagined all kinds of terrible scenarios in which I never got to meet with the rest of them and was left alone with nowhere to go. Luckily, this was not the case and we all met without a problem.
The first day I got here I was mostly worried about accomodation. I had decided not to come to the trip because it was way over my budget but my friends were very persuasive and they offered taking care of my lodging. I didn't think they'd mean I had to sneak in the hotel.
Now, I'm one of those people who have a lot of trouble breaking rules. If the rule isn't unfair, I just can't break it, but that day it was a matter of sleeping in a warm bed or out in the streets. After successfully managing to pass by the check-in unnoticed, I fell on the bed and stayed there for half the day. I came down with "soroche", a common altitude malady foreigners get in Cuzco. Being from Lima, a city at sea level, it was quite shocking for me. I felt someone was pressing my skull from all sides. My mouth was dry no matter how much water I drank and I couldn't even think of food.
That's when I really met Royce, quite a character. During my delirious state I remember him telling me stories and jokes to make me laugh, giving me face massage, and turning me into a mythological creature that would star on his next children's tale. I am, up to now, a creature who looks like a sherbet icecream, my nose is made out of marzapan, I have one cold hand and one warm and wear a warm and cold glove in opposition, Both hands are also faucets of warm and cold water, and I'm filled with foam, oh and I'm sneaky. All of this is based on reality, I'm not joking.
That day sincerely sucked. The next I felt a whole lot better and I decided to go for a walk. Royce came with and we quickly progressed to talking about our past pomantic relationships. He has a crush on me and I don't like him that way. He reminds me of Stergios and I keep thinking "I'm so glad Bernardo isn't like Royce this way..." Truly, hangung out with other worthwhile and cool people makes you really appreciate wonderful boyfriends. After that we found a nice old eating spot with under-10-soles combos. While the gringos are spending close to 40 dollars a day to eat, I have a budget of 10. Royce thought it was great to eat there and so we planned to go together. We didn't count on Laura joining us and then Amy and Robin too. I didn't really like the idea of having them wat at a place where they could get food for 3 dollars, since it wouldn't be fancy in any way and I didn't want them to feel uncomfortable. I tried to persuade them not to come talking about unsanitary kitchens and I almost did, but then they totally got over it and went with. Along also came both of my married friends, so 7 of us had a complete lunch for less than $15. And it was better than that night's Christmas dinner, 10 dollars per head.
More coming, including me being politely asked to move out of the hotel, 4 hours of a train ride with Royce and a Japanese dude who played games and loved Dragon Ball Z, and rain and no umbrella!