In this blog I will tell you something about travel experience from crowded Lima to a much calmer Cusco! Enjoy reading!
My final day in Lima was short, because I decided to go to the airport early. There was no point walking around in Lima where I did not feel safest anyway. The friendly driver, who brought me to the hotel, was brining me back to the airport as well. It was such a nice man. We spoke in Spanish about his passion for soccer. He named Wesley Sneijder the only Dutch soccer player he knew, but he laughed and told me that Sneijder was getting old. We started talking about his favourite soccer club: Sports Boys, with a pink colour as logo, therefore he wore a pink uniform during their games. We moved from the subject and he asked me what my father thought about me going aboard by myself. I didn’t really know the answer to his question, because I realised I had never asked it. My father always supported my choices when I talked them through. The driver (I am really sad I forgot his name) had a daughter my age as well and he told me he would never let her go by herself. In South American countries it was not common for women to travel by themselves anyway. When we arrived at the airport he wished me good luck and told me to keep my luggage close. He gave me a hug and said with a laugh: If you will ever come back to Lima it will probably be with your children, and then I will probably be dead. I am sure he was right, but one thing I know for sure is that he made my experience in Lima so much more interesting and fun.
There I was at the airport early, and there was no sign of my flight. I decided to take a seat and wait a bit. After a while it took so long, so I decided to ask about the flight at the check-in desk. Well, have you ever been to a Peruvian airport? Because I can tell you it is very disorganized, no one speaks proper English, and when you ask them something they simply don’t answer. A steward asked me if I were by myself. When I said yes I was able to skip the line and someone helped me right away. Like I said, no one said anything, but apparently they were giving me my boarding pass. Before I knew it there was someone from the airport, who had to escort me to the plane. Again no one told me what was going one. I had never been through security so fast. On the way I finally got my answer. There was a storm coming and the flights in the afternoon were cancelled. Therefore, I was able to go with this flight that was leaving earlier. Lucky me I thought! When I entered the plane it was full of people. I was the last one who was assigned to my seat. I was seated next to a women, who was clearly full of herself. She was wearing sunglasses and a hat in the plane, while looking at pictures of herself on her phone. When the flight attended asked her to puther phone away during she would not listen. A few minutes later the flight attended had to ask her to put it away again. Obviously she did it being annoyed. I was happy it was just a short flight!
After approximately 2 hours we landed in Cusco. Earlier than planned of course. When I got out of the plane I was thinking about the altitude. Cusco was located at 3,399M so I read about the symptoms online. However, I had never been dealing with altitude, so I didn’t know what to expect. To be honest I was thinking I would nearly choke or breathe differently. But nope, in the beginning I didn’t feel a thing. Later on I felt a light headache as expected and when I walked up the stairs I was out of breathe much sooner. From Cusco airport I had ordered a hotel transfer, however since I got there early I had to look for another way to get to my hotel. I could not wait at the airport because there was nothing. Even my own train station at home was bigger than the airport itself. I was aware of the taxi scams happening in Peru, so I had to pick a taxi driver carefully since there were no official taxis. There were enough drivers standing at the entrance of the airport to pick from. I was hoping to reach my hotel in one piece. Luckily I did haha. I am joking about it right now safely writing this, but honestly you never know. I have been thinking about this myself lately and you should always be careful and trust your intuition. The taxi driver was nothing like the one I had in Lima, but I got to my hotel safe where I had my first cup of Coca tea. Coca tea is supposed to help with the altitude sickness. I decided to explore the surroundings of my hotel and noticed that Cusco felt much safer. It was a pleasant and historical environment. One where I would stay for 6 days. It was my base for all the wonderful daytrips I was going to do in the surrounding area. More about this in my next blog! Because that’s where some of the real adventures start.
~ Once a year, go some place you have never been before ~