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Published: July 31st 2005
Andes Mtns from Air
On the way to Cusco from Lima
So no matter how well traveled you are, there can come a time in any trip where you just hit a brick wall. Where out of nowhere, you just can't go on. I am at that point.
I am supposed to be on a tour of the Sacred Valley right now, and I could not get myself out of bed this morning. It took all I had to get up at all today.
I was fine on Friday. We flew from Ayacucho to Lima, then here to Cusco. I was a little worried because the girl I am seeing back home was supposed to get back to me about my flights, and I hadn't been able to get a hold of her. But no big deal.
Claire almost got stuck in Lima, so we had her come with us to Cusco. Her only other option was to stay with the mother of her travel agent, and I didn't feel comfortable leaving her with a stranger. So she came to Cusco, shared my room with Julie, and I got my own room.
Cusco is so different than the rest of Peru. It is very clean, and is full of Europeans. We went
to a Irish Pub and had a few drinks and some food.
This is when things started to go downhill. I was losing my appetite and getting weak. I think it is because of the pain killers and the altitude. My rib was still killing me, and I was just getting a little down. A little out-of-sorts (as Lisa would say), and maybe a little homesick.
When I got back to my room I called the girl back home to let her know that I worked the flights out, and I was going straight to New York from here on the 7th. I was a little nervous to tell her, because I thought she'd be upset...and I was really missing her...so it kinda sucked.
Well, what sucked even worse is that she told me she has met someone else...and in so many words...it really didn't matter when I came back.
So needless to say I got no sleep that night, and had to be up at 5:00am the next morning to go to Machu Picchu.
Machu Picchu was an amazing place, but very hard for me to enjoy. Hiking around was causing me great pain because of my rib, I
Trying to be excited about Machu Picchu
couldn't eat all day because I felt nauseous and had no appetite, and I just had too many things going through my head. I was miserable in one of the most beautiful, amazing places in the world.
On the way back, I finally slept, and Julie met this Swedish guy named Eric. Real cool guy who was almost killed in the Tsunami in Thailand. We invited him out with us, then went to clean up and wait for the girls to meet us.
About 2 minutes before everyone showed up, I decided I wasn't going out. But when they got there, Julie told everyone about all my problems, and they forced me out. And I'm really glad they did. We had a great night, and for a minute there everything was alright.
But today I am back in my funk. I had to say goodbye to some good friends on Friday, I am in physical and mental pain, the person I missed the most will not be there when I get home, I can't eat, and I am not going to be home for 2 weeks. Not to mention I have to go work at headquarters in New York,
and I have no nice clothes with me or a phone charger.
I know I will bounce out of this, but right now I am really not doing good. And I felt like getting this all out might make me feel better.
Thanks for listening.
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