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Published: January 29th 2010
After a rough start to our Peruvian travels we have reconciled with the fact that the closest we'll be to seeing Machu Picchu will be on the face of a postcard. But things have not turned out quite as badly as we expected. Which brings me to TRAVEL LESSON # 6 Every cloud has a silver lining.
Once realising that Machu Picchu was nobodys feat this week/month/year or what ever the rumours say this hour, I could count my 4 QLD girlfriends in that category too. So Emily and I met with Rach, Linds, Karly and Kirst on what other day but Australia day. I find it really amusing that when you speak with other tourists on this day that and they realise that your Australian they wish you a happy Australia day - O.K thankyou. After a traditional peruvian meal of Alpaca accompanied by the Peruvian version of Brother band Hanson, we set off to The Point Hostel for our free drink with Australian passport and triple J hottest 100 - which had conveniently finished before we left. A night of dancing and high altitudes.
Yesterday Emily swallowed her fears of jumping on anything that is meant to be ridden - ranging from donkeys to camels, and we went horse back riding through the hills of Peru. The scenery was briliant and the half starved horses were amiable... that is with the exception of Rachels horse who managed to turf her off mid canter. At the end of our track Em and Kirsty decided to explore villages and ruins whilst the rest of us opted for a fast and uncertain path back. After much sludging through the mud and battling with rocky decents we finally dismounted with legs and bums so sore that we can no longer sit on a seat without cushioning.
On return to the hostel we decided that a $11 jacuzzi session and 1 hour massage wouldn't go astray. As we gathered in the tub after our 1 hour kneading we discussed how excellent our massages were - not me. I managed to score the cousin twice removed who was called up to accomodate for the 6 Chicas that had just rocked up to the spa. Emily and I lay in the same room and as Emily received heavenly indulgence to her worn body, I received instructions whispered to my cousin twice removed and then had them performed on me with a nervousness that could be heard from downtown Cusco. I can't complain really considering it only cost $11 for the jacuzzi and the massage, but I shall be making up for the over the next 3 days.
Emily and I decided that the money that was destined for Machu Picchu should be invested in the Novotel Cusco and endless trips to the spa for Manicures, Pedicures, Hot Rock masages and bottles of Champagne to consume whilst lying in our steaming hot bubble bath... I am almost foaming at the mouth with the thought of spending our last days in Peru wrapped in a bathrobe and watching cable T.V to soothe our nerves for what has been a wonderfully exhausting trip - let's call it our holiday away from our holiday.
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Your horseback adventures sound truly amazing and apart from your occasional lapse of memory for spelling - it must be the high altitude - I am thoroughly enjoying hearing about your trip via this blog. I am amused that you have chosen to use your trekking dollars for the totally opposite experience of pampering...enjoy! Hopefully next massage you will be fortunate enough to have the "professional" masseur.