It took quite a journey to get here from Saigon, with 3 transits, 01 flight cancelled and sleeping over at airport. I even got fainted on the plane due to some stomach issue and when the flight attendant asked "are you traveling alone", a tough girl in me felt a little melted. Yes I am traveling alone. Yet lucky me.
The first two days felt really terrible since altitude sickness made my head explode and my body couldn't function, just lying in bed, rolling all over to get over with it. Barely made it out for lunch and then came back to room again to rest. I think adding to that disaster is the fact I forgot to turn on the AC so apparently the room lacked oxygen...It's just another reminder that once you are in sickness, everything feels irrelevant.
The third day I felt better and with jet lag, I was able to wake up early and go out to stroll the street, soaking in its crispy fresh morning air. The chill wind caresses my face yet with Columbia fleece jacket, it feels romantic. The sky was blue, the people hurrying to work, children going to school, the usual scene we see in every city. Here and there, the social worker picking up trashes from the street and made me realized why Cusco streets are so clean. No scene of littering. The city design is in square with lots of alley for people to walk around, made short cut easily. I went to the pharmacy to buy some herbal medicine for altitude sickness as tiktokers shared. Fast and pricey hahaha.
Lovely blog. We went to Peru a few years ago and completed the Inca Trail. Very memorable trip!
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ReplyDeleteHaha I know who you are :D. Very amazing that your family completed the Inca Trail. Worth doing so while we are here on earth.
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