day 4: sadness descends....
Things were going just so well up to this point on the trip....
Juan, my new friend from spain, woke up with quite a different look on his face. he felt nauseous and just plain terrible...i thought he would soon get over it though, as it seemed like everyone was getting sick at one time or another on our trip.
about 15 minutes into our trek, just after we crossed over a rushing river in a crate with a cable line (pictures to come!) juan got sick. so he turned back with out guide miguel to get some rest and hopefully feel better. the rest of us continued on, though in quite a somber mood. we felt like our team, our family was breaking, and it was...
the day was hot and i think everyone just wanted to get to aguas calientes, the sending off point for machu picchu. trudging along in relative silence we got to our destination at about 5 in the afternoon. not much to say except that walking along train tracks for 3 hours straight is quite depressing. u must look down to avoid a misstep, which means u miss all the gorgeous scenery, and the rocks punish sore feet if a misstep occurs. ugh.
relieved and exhausted we arrived in aguas calientes to hotels with hot showers and actual beds (what is this?) weird for us, a bit like cheapening it, but a welcoming situation nonetheless...we meet up for dinner and learn terrible news.
juan got considerably worse, in fact he had the beginnings of a heart attack. he is made to stay where he is due to the severity of his condition, and will only be brought to cuzco when he gets better. paul, who has been travelling a bit with juan, informs us that juan had a heart condition that never manifested before...what a horrible time! we all groan down our dinners and wonder what could befall our friend. next time: more on juan and the wonders of machu picchu!
love
Juan, my new friend from spain, woke up with quite a different look on his face. he felt nauseous and just plain terrible...i thought he would soon get over it though, as it seemed like everyone was getting sick at one time or another on our trip.
about 15 minutes into our trek, just after we crossed over a rushing river in a crate with a cable line (pictures to come!) juan got sick. so he turned back with out guide miguel to get some rest and hopefully feel better. the rest of us continued on, though in quite a somber mood. we felt like our team, our family was breaking, and it was...
the day was hot and i think everyone just wanted to get to aguas calientes, the sending off point for machu picchu. trudging along in relative silence we got to our destination at about 5 in the afternoon. not much to say except that walking along train tracks for 3 hours straight is quite depressing. u must look down to avoid a misstep, which means u miss all the gorgeous scenery, and the rocks punish sore feet if a misstep occurs. ugh.
relieved and exhausted we arrived in aguas calientes to hotels with hot showers and actual beds (what is this?) weird for us, a bit like cheapening it, but a welcoming situation nonetheless...we meet up for dinner and learn terrible news.
juan got considerably worse, in fact he had the beginnings of a heart attack. he is made to stay where he is due to the severity of his condition, and will only be brought to cuzco when he gets better. paul, who has been travelling a bit with juan, informs us that juan had a heart condition that never manifested before...what a horrible time! we all groan down our dinners and wonder what could befall our friend. next time: more on juan and the wonders of machu picchu!
love
posted by dk at 11:03 AM
2 Comments:
I hope Juan will be OK...how old is he...let us know in your next blog about Machu pichu.
i would like to comment, my dear friend, that it was quite possible to enjoy the scenery while walking on the tracks. you only had to pause and look up. this is why it took me so long. if you missed the scenery, i have pictures of it :)
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