Dreams Come True in Peru...even when the trip starts out roughly.
The next few blog entries will be devoted to the 8 days I
spent in Peru this summer; there’s no way I could fit it into one post. (Well, I could, but no one would read it,
because it would be 20 pages long.)
Ever since I read about the Incas in History 101, my
freshman year of college, I’ve wanted to go to Peru and see the ruins, as well
as visit Machu Picchu. This summer, my
friend G-Money and I decided to make the dream a reality. We booked a 4 day/3 night trek on the Inca
Trail to Machu Picchu, got our plane tickets, and went.
To say the trip was good is a severe understatement. From the minute I stepped off the plane in
Cusco, I was reminded why I love Latin American culture, and why I wanted to
teach internationally in the first place.
And then there’s the fact that
Cusco is a beautiful city, and on the trek I not only pushed myself physically,
but was also surrounded by breathtaking views in every direction at each
moment. The experience is not one I’ll
ever forget, and I’m excited to share it with you.
Before we get to the good stuff, though, I have to tell you
about the first 36 hours of our trip.
Not everything went smoothly, but it all ended up making for a pretty good
story.
First of all, when we went to the airport, G-Money could
only get boarding passes for her first 2 flights (we had 4; it’s quite a
process to get from Wisconsin to Peru) because we switched airlines midway
through. Not a big deal, but enough to
make us a little anxious.
Then, our first flight was running 20 minutes late. Not a big deal either, except for the fact
that our first layover was only supposed to be an hour long. Thankfully, we made it to the connecting
flight with no problems.
When we got to Miami, G-Money got her boarding passes for
our last 2 flights. …And we discovered
that we were no longer on the same flight from Lima to Cusco. We asked if we could get this changed, but
were informed it couldn’t be done until we were in Lima.
In Lima, we had to pick up the one bag we had checked and
run it through customs, then visit the ticket counter and see if we could get
on the same flight. All of this, plus
passing through security again, cut our 1.5 hour layover down to a 20 minute
wait at the gate, and we both arrived (on the same flight) in Cusco, 2 hours
earlier than anticipated.
We took a taxi to our hostel and dropped off our bags in
their storage room, as our beds wouldn’t be ready until noon (and it was only 9am). We set off to pay off our trek balance with
the trekking agency and then explore the city.
Plaza de Armas, Cusco |
However, I’d made a bit of a mistake in my logic in planning
out how much cash to bring with me. I’d
forgotten, or didn’t think about, the fact that my bank only allows me to take
a certain amount from an ATM per day.
After I’d taken my limit, and used the cash to pay off the trek balance,
I no longer had any cash for the day.
G-Money was better off than I was, but was also having trouble
withdrawing more money. So we spent the
afternoon wandering around, looking for things that were free, would accept US
dollars, or accept Mastercard. Perhaps
needless to say, our options were limited.
We spent good amounts of time sitting on park benches in the sunshine,
pondering where to go next and enjoying the beautiful weather.
From our spot on the park bench. |
And then, around dinner, we both started to get
headaches. I figured mine was from
dehydration; I didn’t drink nearly enough water during the day. Unfortunately, dinner for me was accompanied
by a loss of appetite and followed by nausea.
Altitude sickness.
The city of Cusco is situated at around 3400 meters (11,200
feet) above sea level. Trekking agencies
require people to get to the city at least 2 days before treks in order to
acclimatize and hopefully avoid altitude sickness. Because I was stupid and didn’t drink enough
fluids, I got it.
Consequently, I went to bed sick at 8:30pm.
…And then I discovered what it means to stay in a party hostel.
I could have slept through bar noise. But I couldn’t sleep through the noisy
conversations held in our room, with lights on, in the middle of the night, when I was already sick. Or the couple engaging in intercourse in the
bunk directly below mine. Or the woman
from the hostel who summoned G-Money and I at 6am telling us our guide was here
for our trek and requiring us to go down to the front desk with our trip
receipts and explain that no, we were not leaving until Friday, no matter what
it said on HIS sheet.
Nonetheless, when I got up for good in the morning, the
altitude headache was nearly gone, the sun was shining, and our second full day in Cusco promised to
be a great one.
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