Did we say the journey was supposed to be 21 hours? Well it turned into an epic 38 hours in total! The bus left Lima at 330pm on the 21st July and we rolled into Cusco some 38 hours later on the 23rd July at 530am. The journey started well enough as we left Lima and we were given a nice dinner a few hours later. It wasnt until the bus stopped somewhere at 130am that the problem started. At first we thought they were changing drivers. Then we thought the drivers were maybe having an hours rest. Then at 7am we got off the bus to find we were stuck in the middle of hundreds of other coaches and lorries on a twisting dirt road. We eventually found out the road ahead was blocked by protesters. Apparently this happens a lot in Peru and this particular road had been routinely blocked over the past few weeks. Basically we were stranded with no idea of when we would be able to continue our journey. Luckily some local women had cooked up some food and had stared to sell it to anyone who was hungry. As well as this one of the truck drivers had opened the back of his truck and had started to sell the fruit he was carrying. So none of us were going to starve!
At around 5pm we heard loads of noise from the bottom of the road and could see some movement. The protesters had ended the block and had disbanded coming up the road in numbers chanting and painting all the coaches and lorries with slogans. They all seemed happy enough though and as they passed we all boarded the bus again and slowly re-started our journey. The rest of the road was quite bumpy and full of twists and turns. While Sandy slept I had started to feel quite sick and had a banging headache. When we eventually arrived in Cusco it was 530am. We got a taxi and went to the same hostal we had pre-booked with for the previous night in the hope that they would still have a room for us. Luckily they did and the guy was very nice and didn’t charge us for the previous nights no-show, it wasn’t a problem at all. We went straight to our room, unfortunately on the 3rd and top floor, and went straight to bed.
When we awoke we were both now feeling quite sick and lethargic. We went to walk around Cusco to find some place to eat but this was proving to be such an effort. Eventually we realised it must be the altitude! We were now at around 3700 metres above sea level (abs), and bar one crazy night in 1989, the highest I had ever been! We were walking like very slow zombies and it wasn’t until after a forced breakfast that we started to feel OK again. I think the delay on the bus had helped us acclimatise a bit as the next day we felt fine, if still a bit out of breath upon climbing the steep steps around town.
Cusco is a lovely city. OK it is very touristy, but its such a charming place with it’s cobbled streets sprouting from the central Plaza de Armas. You have to put up with the constant hawking of paintings and other Artesan but the hawkers are pleasant and you soon get used it all. The first thing we did was book up on a ‘city’ tour which to my disappointment wasn’t really a city tour but more a surrounding area tour. It took in most of the surrounding inca ruins but was very rushed and included way too many ‘markets’ for our liking. If we were to do it again I think we would do it on our own. This way you could spend more time at the actual archaeological sites (we had maybe 30 minutes tops) and less time at the tourist markets buying Alpaca and Llama hats and jumpers!
Next up we booked a 5 day/ four night trek to Macchu Pichu, taking in the Salkantay pass on the way. This would be the highest yet at 4650m abs! Time to get some rest, it’s an early start in the morning and we’ve got some laundry to pick up…