There’s no other way for me to start today’s post other than moaning about the bus. We got hardly any sleep at all because apparently it’s acceptable here for others to watch or listen to their phones without using headphones. Also there was a baby right behind us who was crying or being sick for the majority of then night, the driver was a nutter and took corners at a ridiculous speed which resulted in being thrown around constantly, and we were meant to arrive in Cusco at 06:00 but drove past a road sign at 06:30 (already half an hour late) which said that it was still over a hundred kilometers away! I’d have done anything for a Megabus at that point in time…
Once we’d finally arrived we took a taxi from the station to our Airbnb, and just when we didn’t think it could get any worse, it did! Turns out that our room was booked for the night of the fifth, not the fourth, so we’d shown up a day early. Also, the host who we’d been in contact with to arrange the booking, who is American and speaks perfect English, doesn’t actually live in Cusco, she just manages her bookings from America. Her mother was left in charge, but doesn’t speak a word of our language, and given that we don’t speak a word of hers either we had a real problem on our hands.
It took a good half hour before we managed to download Google Translates and make any sense of the situation. Quite kindly the lady offered us a bed in the spare room tonight, which we gratefully accepted, with the intention of moving to the room we actually booked tomorrow, on the right date.
We wandered around town for a few hours and then turned our attention to booking a tour of Macho Picchu, which in contrast to the rest of the day went pretty well. Our first quote was $160 per person, but after shopping around we got the price down to $120 per person, then $100 per person, and finally the price that we settled for, $90 per person. After saving $140 in total we felt pretty accomplished, so went back to our not so successful room to cook dinner, but then things took a turn for the worse again.
When we got back there was a guy home, the lady’s husband, who could speak very basic English. He basically told us that were not allowed to use the kitchen except to make tea, and the water doesn’t work after a certain time, so none of the taps can be used and neither can the toilet. We’ll isn’t that just brilliant?
In a bit of a predicament we had sandwiches for dinner, and then watched The Emperors New Groove in bed, because the main character is called Cusco and that’s where we are staying. Staying positive, as you do. Our room was freezing overnight, and we both slept fully clothed with about six blankets, but still, we’ve got our Machu Picchu tour arranged for a few days time – at least we have that to look forward to.
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