LARES TREK pt 1

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Alright...

Soo.... I officially hate stupid people... or actually ignorant people. We were staying at a hostel called Loki AKA the party hostel of Cusco, and we needed to be up for 2.30am to get to the plaza to leave at 3.00am. yes that is AM not PM. So we let the other couples know we needed to be up for 2.30 and we said we wouldn't turn on the lights to disturb them and we would be really quiet. They were like THANKS you rock. However the courtesy was not reciprocated....

At 1.30 am we get a CLICK lights on screaming something in Swedish, and then this chick frantically changing. I get up and say hey... remember we need to get up early... The chick was like ya sorry... after about 15 minutes of her changing and talking to her friend ANOTHER person comes in and starts yipping... I was polite and put my head phones in, however Jenessa wasn't so polite... She gave her death stare AKA Medusa and oddly enough they left within 3 minutes. I dont understand what magical powers woman have but I WANT THEM!!!

So, we arrived and had another terrifying ride to the starting point of Lares. We basically walked for about an hour to the "hot springs." This was another adventure, Canada's version of Hot springs is a lot different from the Peruvian Slough Springs in which turned Jenessa's WHITE bathing suit a gross brown color. I actually first blamed the color changed to her very sensitive stomach, however nut support in my bathing suit was also brown.

The we proceeded walking... we did 2 camping nights with amazing views, cute children, crazy drunk men and lots of interesting food...

Yes interesting food, that my stomach HATED. Actually i am unsure if it hated the food or ME. Well the second day we reached our heisted altitude of 4300 M and my stomach had enough of COCA leaves, untreated water and weird vegetables. So after my group and I completed our coca leaves offering to the Mountains. My stomach wanted to leave its own offering on the side of the mountain. So at 4400 M My stomach or shall I say my Large Intestine left my own offering... And I think it pissed off the mountain gods, cause after 20 minutes of my offering, we got told that there was a possibility of a strike in cuscu closing all access to Machu Pichu...

To the credit of our tour guide she managed to get accurate information regarding the strikes at 10.30 pm, while I was drugged up on graval, Imodium and Sinus Tab . We get a pounding on our tent at 10.30 telling us that we have 20 minutes to pack our stuff or we are going to be stuck in the 10 horse town . Well thank god to Jenessa and her non drugged state she helped me pack and put me on a bus for a 6 hour bus ride to the base of Machu Pichu.

So, if anyone has seen me sleep I am a sound sleeper. Well drugged up I am an EXTRA sound sleeper. I guess for 1 hour everyone in the bus heard a loud thumping sound. THump THUmp THUMp THUMP that was the side of my head against the window when finally after coming to a sudden stop, because our bus had to realign it self to get over a bridge that had no guardrails, I managed to fall to the side so my head hung over the adjacent seat to me. I woke up and felt like I just came back from a junior high dance and they played Enter Sandman on REPEAT!!!

So That as the Lares Trek...

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Comments

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Great!!!
Great blog really funny. I really hope the ceviche we had in Lima wasn't too bad for your intestines???